Matchmaker Chocolates Novels & Stories

Oh sweet Lord… There was a gorgeous selection of chocolates within. What brand, I had no idea, but there were spheres dusted with cocoa, wafers black as night, round circles drizzled with some sort of syrup, and broken pieces – for that artisanal look, I guess, like fancy paper with rough texture and bits of coarse pulp woven into the grain. Not only that, but there were two types of cherries, ripe and dotted with moisture; green, red, and tiny little champagne grapes; and a bowl of raspberries and blackberries lightly sprinkled with sugar.

It has two chocolate one-seaters conjoined to each other by the side that doesn't have an arm rest making it look like a two-seater in the middle of the parlor facing a small Samsung television with a DVD player sitting on a small milk TV stand. A chocolate coffee table with a twin milk bowl, one filled with assorted sweets, chocolates and candies while the other has traditional sweets such as tuwon madara, gullisuwa, iloka, kantun Ghana, ligidi, hallakabo, sealed kwakumeti in a nylon among others sit on the coffee table.

"Then I ask that you stay far away from me." Liam stumbled like he had been physically struck, and when he spoke again, his voice sounded rather choked. "Mari, we were together for nine whole years! I refuse to believe that you can let it go, just like that! I truly love you!" Here, he suddenly seemed to recall something and hastily dug through his pocket, pulling out a small item. It was the tiger car ornament I had gifted him long ago. "Mari, look! I'm hanging this back up in my car."

She could only make peace with it, which was why everyone thought she loved matcha cake as a child. She had never been allowed to make her stance since young, and all of that had been caused by Tiffany! “You’re making your amends with this matcha cake?” She stared at her coldly. “This is from Yukkuri. They’re well-known for their matcha cake. Please, have a taste..." said Tiffany pretentiously. Charmine cackled loudly as she mocked her sarcastically, “Oh c’mon, Tiffany. You’re apologizing with just matcha cake? Does that mean you’re only worth the price of a matcha cake?”

"Can we put chocolate on them?" "We can. But we have to let them cool down first." Junie pouted. "That takes forever." Graziel laughed. "Only five minutes." "Five minutes again?" Junie complained dramatically. "Everything is always five minutes." Even Kevin shook his head. "I think you need to learn patience." Junie crossed her arms. "I don't like patience." "Yeah," Kevin replied with a small smile. "I can tell." Still smiling, Graziel carefully transferred the cookies onto the cooling rack. As she did, one cookie accidentally slipped from the tray.

“Ice cream, candies, cupcakes, milk tea, and slices of cake. All of them are matcha.” The smile of the two was the last one seen before they vanished into the elevator and into the penthouse of Wisdom’s new ‘fiance’, Denver Mikhail Giordano. *** She signed the contract before messing her fingers with matcha macarons and cupcakes. “I missed matcha!” She said as she laid down at the king-size bed. The contract that Denver called ‘paper’ is a few centimeters above her head. “Finish first your steak, Wisdom!” said the still-munching Candice at her lobster tail.

Damn him! He grabbed both my arms, causing me to pause in my attempt to hit his sturdy shoulders. There was a smile playing on his lips. "Isabella, perhaps you're not fully informed about this matchmaking?" his smile remained. "What about it? Is there something surprising?" I asked, puzzled. He let go of me and gently wiped my tears away with his thumb. I lowered my gaze to his infuriatingly tender lips. "Matchmaking isn't just about providing luxurious things to other people; it also serves as the first step toward a serious relationship." He tucked my hair behind my ears and looked at my face intently, as if he were memorizing my features. His gaze lowered my lips.

And, as she noticed the inscriptions with names and flavors next to each candy, she realized that they were exactly that: tiny, perfect representations of the solar system in the shape of chocolate. - This is amazing! – She breathed, a huge happy smile spreading across her face as she looked closely at the adorable little chocolates – They are so beautiful, Logan! Thanks! – in ecstasy, she approached him, in the impetus to hug him, but her legs stopped her in mid-stride, deathly embarrassed, when she realized what she was about to do. To her surprise though, Logan stepped forward, enveloping her in a hug so gentle that she soon felt comfortable enough to wrap her arms shyly around him for a

"Do you also like chocolates, sweetheart?" Candace feels his warm breath on her neck and looks in his black eyes intensely. They are black. Not brown like earlier she saw him first, they are black as night right now. "Yes, sir. I like them, too." His hand retreats from the shelf and gets back with a red velvet box. Candace looks at it and recognizes the brand which is one of the most precious ones of Italian chocolates. He opens it and waits for her choice. There are round-shaped chocolates with different tones of brown. She picks one of them and brings to her lips, bites a little piece from it. "Mmm.." Her tongue grazes the coffee-flavored marmalade in it slowly.

Snuggling in my chest, as if looking for warmth. “If only the locket is here and the notebook. You would have completed this task in one night.” The cat deliberately sigh, while I still have my eyes focused on the display, full of delicacies and sweets. “Why?” I can feel my stomach grumbling. “Do you remember the locket has a girl and a boy figure inside? Those two figures will tell you how much points of ‘intimacy’ the two fated people have. When one of it is full, then the confession of love will commence -”