Matchmaker Chocolates Novels & Stories

“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

"Don't you think it's too early for champagne?" "Of course not, are you sure you don't want it?" "Nope, but I'm craving chocolate." I said in all honesty. When I'm on my period I'm always craving chocolate and this morning I forgot to bring a Milky Way with me. "What brand of chocolate?" he asked. "Delafee." I joked. Delafee is one of the most luxurious chocolate brands in the world and I doubt that he will have that, but I can't help messing with him.

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.”

I think that’s the name Jamie mentioned, “I can’t believe now I’m craving for them already!” There, Victor mentions, “I think there’s one shop near your office building that sells them in retail packaging.” What? “Really!?” you better not be kidding, cause, “That is the greatest news I’ve heard tonight.” “I bet it is.” Victor says, “But they are a little pricey though.” Pricey? “Oh come on, Vic, how pricey can they be? They’re just chocolates.” ain’t it? While I hear Victor scoffing from the other side. He reveals, “Well, I’ll say there’s 24-carat edible gold inside, so... it’s going to be over 500 bucks per box.”

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I glanced toward him and immediately noticed the way Macie’s entire face lit up. It was almost embarrassing. “Kael!” she called out brightly, her earlier apology forgotten in an instant. He didn’t even look at her. His eyes went straight to me. “There you are,” he said, walking closer. “I’ve been looking for you.” Macie’s smile twitched. She quickly stepped forward, holding up the small bag she had been carrying. “I.. I made you chocolate cookies,” she said eagerly. “I wanted to give them to you.” I inwardly sighed.

“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.”