Matchmaker Chocolates Novels & Stories

I took the chocolates out and unwrapped the tissues before offering them to her. “Would you care for some?” “Chocolate,” she gasped. “I love chocolates.” Before she could pick one, she noticed something odd about them. “What’s with these colors? Why are those ones green?” “They’re different flavors.” I pointed my finger at each of them. “These are dark chocolate, and these are salted caramel, and these are green tea.” “Green tea?” Out of curiosity, Marseille took that piece first. Her lips wiggled to her delight upon placing it into her mouth. She gobbled all the green tea-flavored chocolates, enjoying every morsel. “Where can I get those?”

expression. I had originally bought that many chocolates because I figured that she had probably never received such a gift before, especially considering that she had never been gifted flowers before I came along. So, I visited a few of the best chocolatiers in town to personally pick out the sweet morsels according to her taste: dark chocolates either with hazelnut or caramel fillings. Let's just say Nutella was naturally also one of her past time favorites.

“I also do not want to show up with something that feels thoughtless.” “Okay,” he said, sitting down next to me like a brother, not an assistant. “Let’s plan it right. One main gift. Two small ones. And a card. From you. In your handwriting.” “A card,” I repeated. “Yes. A card.” “For chocolate,” he went on, “get the box with variety but no weird fillings. Keep nuts separate. Kids her age can be picky. Get simple flavors. Caramel is always a hit.” He took my phone and typed a brand he knew. He showed me a medium box that looked elegant but not showy. I added it to the cart.

How was that a bad thing? Merida blew out a breath and rolled her chair around the desk until they were facing each other. She patted his knee. "There's nothing wrong with being the nice guy. You just don't look like one. The packaging doesn't match the inside, and the kind of girls you attract, well, they aren't looking for the same thing you are." Jamie tore the corner off the wrapper and broke off a piece of the candy. There wasn't anything wrong with chocolate. Why would someone throw chocolate away?

Jason says something in Spanish and shakes his head at me like I'm the crazy one. "Yes, chocolates are an excellent gift WHEN you are dating the other person! You don't make homemade chocolate for just a friend unless baking is your hobby, which it's not!" I lift my nose into the air, determined to ignore my best friend's unreasonable opinions. "I'm sure friends can enjoy homemade chocolates too." "No, Michelle is going to get the wrong idea, but sure..." Jason sighs heavily at me. "Give her the chocolates and see what happens." "You know what?!" I snap at him. "I will! And Michelle is going to love these chocolates!"

"I see. And what about for you? Aren't you buying any chocolates for yourself?" "Hmm."I glance at the selection again. "I don't really know what I want to get." "Well, what are you looking for?" "Something sweet but not too sweet. Something delicate... and unique." "Let me help," Shawn offers. He points to one of the round pieces of chocolate that has gold dust sprinkled on top. The saleslady hands it to him and he hands it to me. "I think you'll like this one." I stare at the piece of chocolate. Aside from the gold dust, it seems perfectly ordinary.

Their signature truffle collection included 24 decadent flavours, such as Grand Marnier, Raspberry, Crème de Menthe, Mocha, and Amaretto. Gloria’s favourite was Irish Cream, and she knew how much a variety box from that shop could cost. ‘It’s nothing.’ Logan smiled faintly. ‘Consider it a small gift from me, on behalf of Alessia.’ While the rest of her colleagues cheered and lined up to talk to Terence about their favourite flavours, Alessia stood up and walked over to Logan. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m gifting chocolates on your behalf,’ Logan said. ‘On my behalf? Who do you think you are to do that?’ Alessia said sharply, ‘You can’t represent me.’

The things she was saying weren't in his mind, and when he heard her talk about them, everything in his head was jumbled. After all, who did she hear all that knowledge from? Could it be that she heard from the man who killed Vincent? Maris continued to peel a chocolate candy and put it in Lucasta's mouth. The sweetness of the chocolate spread quickly in the mouth, making Lucasta amused and grinning while her clear eyes were still wet with tears. - Chocolate candy is made from two principal ingredients that are sugar and milk... - In short, if she eats sweets, she won't be spicy, right?

"Alright, let's get the chocolate. We should celebrate; let's go out to dinner tonight. My shout." Gabe grins. "That's my girl! I have just the thing for this occasion." He gets up and quickly goes to the kitchen, coming back with a box of Swiss handmade chocolates, the really good stuff.?He knows me too well. "I've been saving this for a while, but what the hell!" He lifts the red lid to reveal a selection of beautifully wrapped chocolates, all in different shapes. "We'll just have to buy more when we're abroad." I wink as I take out a green foil wrapped chocolate.

The look on his face has me melting "I love you too, Ber. Goodnight" A/N: Let's play a small game. Who would you kiss, hug, slap, kill or marry among Strawberry, Chocolate, Cream, Caramel, Vanilla and Doctor Sweet?