Novel & Cerita Melted Chocolate Bonnie

Damon mumbled as he nodded with rapt attention. “Nell, Jade and I settled for vanilla with only Arielle settling for chocolate. We told her mom will be making vanilla since it's three against one. Majority always win, right, uncle?” Miguel ended his talk with a question. “Yes, always…!” Damon replied positively. “But Arielle doesn't want to understand, standing her ground on chocolate. She is supposed to join the winning train and not the other way round, vanilla won the vote already.” Jade, explaining, seconding Miguel's reply.

“I’ve got this if you want to head over to Jasper’s.” Bonnie gave me a dubious look, like she didn’t quite believe I could hold down the fort. I straightened my shoulders and grinned. “I won’t even pocket the profits or anything.” Her eyes sharpened and I raised a hand. “Relax. I was kidding.” With one last look, she walked away and left me alone with a table full of treats that looked so delicious they practically glowed with heavenly light. My eyes landed on a particularly tempting cherry pie. It wasn’t the profits Bonnie should have worried about…

She's actually avoiding Bonnie'a eyes that look at her with curiousity . " Ermmm..... why ?" Tanya look at Bonnie . " She's shy ... you call her sister in law ." Bonnie smile to Tanya . " Have you call KFC to send two hundred children meal with toys to the orphanage tomorrow . And two hundred packet for each orphanage around Shanghai . " Tanya ask Bonnie . " Yes , two hundred for Endriana flowers orphanage and to three more orphanage near the city . I also ordered a piece of chocolate cake for each pack of the children meal ." Bonnie answers her .

We passed the main hallway, a few surprised glances from passing pack members, and entered the room where I usually spent the least exciting part of my day. "Get out," I said flatly to Chris, who was lounging across the guest couch, chewing on jerky like it was his full-time job. He looked up with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, annoying asshole. Lovely to see you and that shiny new cut, Luna Buckley," he added with an exaggerated wink toward Bonnie before sprinting out like I might actually throw something at him. Once the door shut, I turned back to her. "Now what's wrong?" Bonnie placed the takeout containers down on the coffee table and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic," she said, but

The first one I had seen since the hallway. "You are annoying," she said. "I know." The milkshake came next. Chocolate whipped cream with a cherry on top. Bonnie pulled the cherry off by the stem and ate it first. Then she wrapped her lips around the straw and drank until her forehead wrinkled from the brain freeze. "Good?" I asked. "Shut up." A laugh escaped me and she laughed too. The sound was rusty and unpracticed. Like she had forgotten how. "I am sorry," I said.

Bonnie, accompanied by her two children, was already there, patiently awaiting Nadia's arrival. Having learned from their initial meeting, Bonnie exercised caution in approaching Nadia too hastily this time. However, the anticipation got the better of her, and she couldn't resist getting up and hastening toward Nadia. From her slightly worn bag, Bonnie retrieved two chocolate cupcakes and offered them to Nadia. "Nadia, I whipped these up this morning. Feel free to grab a few bites if you're hungry." Accepting the cupcakes, Nadia was pleasantly surprised to discover they were still warm.

"The place with the little chairs! The pretty one!" I knew she meant the boutique near the gallery district, a high-end dessert shop known for its hand-painted petit fours and velvet armchairs. I glanced at Bonnie. “Does that sound okay to you, Bonnie? Or are you too tired?” Bonnie met my eyes in the mirror. For a moment, she looked like she might decline, but then she gave a small, dignified nod. “I like their pistachio macarons,” she said quietly. “Then it’s settled,” I said, turning the wheel.

The variety of colors and textures hinted at the diverse pleasures each dip would bring, and I was right. The chocolate fondue dessert was pure delight. The melted chocolate was velvety and rich, coating each dip with a luscious sweetness. Fresh strawberries burst with juicy sweetness, while banana slices added a mellow complement. The brownie bites were dense and fudgy, providing a decadent contrast to the fruit's freshness. Every dip was a journey of flavors—sweet, fruity, and indulgently chocolatey. It was a delightful conclusion to the meal, creating a symphony of tastes that lingered.

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.

I frowned but collected the chocolate anyway. Tristian entire attention fell on me as he watched me unseal the chocolate and took a bit from the bar. His eyes didn’t blink one bit as he watch me munch on the chocolate. The chocolate melted slowly in my mouth, the savoring taste and aroma messing with my entire sense organs and Tristian’s intensive gaze wasn’t helping matters. For a moment it felt like I was in some trance as I relax and let the chocolate melt. “So, how do you see it?” Tristian’s deep voice pulled me out of oblivion.