Matchmaker Chocolates Mga Nobela at Kwento

He only saw the sweet side of her because that was the whole master plan, to sweet talk her way to me starting with daddy dearest. His eyes turned cold, an odd look that was clearly out of character for my dad. To be honest, he was a great man, a big sweetheart. He loved my mom very much and pampered his kids with tender loving care but when it came to the company, he was dead serious so was this matchmaking with Krista which I had no idea why he was so pushy about it, "Gavin James Matthews, you will not disrespect Krista and especially me." I sighed. This was no use, no use at all. I needed to get out of here. "I gotta go. I'm going to be late for school," I slung my backpack on my shoulder

He reached somewhere under the table and handed me a box of Godiva chocolates. I laughed. “You’re not planning to make me fat, are you? Or do you believe that chocolates are the best breakup buddies?” He shrugged but instead of replying, he smiled at me crookedly. I opened the box. It was a collection of heart truffles in milk, white, and dark chocolates. There was a huge heart chocolate in the middle with an engraving at its center. Voudrais tu m'épouser? My heart caught in my throat. I didn’t speak French, but I knew that phrase sounded so familiar!

“Special blend. Most don’t know we do more than sell cannabis blends and eatables.” Sell, Lucas repeated at the back of my mind. I thought it was odd too, but I smiled kindly at the man. The sadness that had been clinging to him seemed to be easing. It was Renda. He knew her somehow, but I doubted I would get a chance to ask. “It’s hard to get the chocolate, vanilla, and bergamot balanced right,” Renda said. “Cocoa Madness has always been my favorite.” I frowned and looked at her, “Bergamot? Like Earl Grey tea?”

“I’m stuffed.” Alexa grabbed a piece for herself and set the dish down on her desk. “My one vice,” she explained as she circled behind the desk and sat down. Conner watched as she peeled back part of the foil, exposing a dark section of chocolate. “They’re chocolate mints, made with imported chocolate.” She bit off half the candy, her eyes half-closed as she savored the taste. “I get them from a place on Rodeo Drive,” she said after she swallowed. “Expensive, but well worth it. I always have a couple with me.” She peeled away the rest of the foil and popped the remaining piece of candy into her mouth. While she chewed, she used her thumb and first two fingers to roll the gold foil into a tig

He’d only been gone for four days, but he’d called twice, doing his best to cheer her, though she tried to put up a happy front. He and Kimberly were already busy planning their happily-ever-after life. At least someone was getting the white picket fence. Truth was, Mackenzie really was happy for them. Their relationship reinforced her sagging belief in true love. If only she could share Kenneth’s optimism that she was destined to find love herself. “Here… I made these to cheer you.” Judi passed her the sweet-smelling basket. “Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.”

There, finding me only eating the grilled marshmallows, Jamie pokes one and dips it in the chocolate fountain until it is fully coated by the thick milky chocolate. He forces it into my sight, trying to pass it to me. “Don’t you want to have some?” he mentions, “The chocolate is from DeLafee, made inSwitzerland, there’s edible gold in it.” “Wh-” What? Edible gold? In chocolate? Hell! It’s just chocolates! I swear I didn’t know how lavish chocolates can be! This world is crazy! However, even if there is gold inside, “No.” I refuse to consume any chocolates. I can tell that chocolate fountain is going to give me diabetes.

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“No, I’ll take a large box of chocolates as well.” The clerk gives a nod and reaches for a dark brown box. “The large box holds twelve pieces and we offer a variety of twenty-four. Which ones would you like?” Something to concentrate on. Good. I am beginning to feel more like myself. I look at the display case and the assortment of chocolates. The various shapes, the tiny decorations on each of them. “Doesn’t matter.” The clerk reaches for a dark square. “No, not that one,” I say. “The one in the shape of a leaf.” Eve will like that one. It is intriguing with all the little lines carved in it.

he starts. "It's just chocolates," Tiara says. "From that artisan shop downtown. The one Tyler loves. I thought you might enjoy them, April." Bella wheels closer. "What kind of chocolates?" "Dark chocolate truffles with lavender and sea salt." Tiara's smile widens. "Exquisite. I had them made specially." The box sits on the table like a coiled snake. "Thank you," I say, making no move to touch it. "I'll save them for later."

His calm blue eyes studied me, patient, almost protective. “You barely touched breakfast,” he said softly, placing the coffee beside me. “The kitchen said you only drank half a cup of milk.” I looked up, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “Are you here to scold me?” He bent slightly, placing the velvet box in my hands. “I wouldn’t dare. I just… worry about you.” I opened it to find a row of handmade chocolates. “You once said the chocolates from that little Swiss town were your favorite,” he murmured. “I had them flown in.”