Molten Chocolate Novels & Stories

He drained the bowl. She set the bowl on the floor and pulled out a piece of chocolate. Silver foil, crumpled—she'd been clutching it the whole journey. She peeled the foil back and pressed the chocolate into his hand. "Eat if you're hungry." His hand was shaking so badly the chocolate nearly fell. He pinched it between his fingers and put it in his mouth. Sweet. God, so sweet it tipped over into bitterness, melting slow on his tongue—thick, bitter, sweet. He swallowed. The chocolate slid down his throat, burning a warm trail through his chest.

Her plump hands reached for the highest-quality Belgian dark chocolate bars with 75 percent cacao. Harper placed the chocolate on a wooden cutting board. Her large knife began to move with rapid, precise rhythm. The sound of the blade hitting the board echoed through the kitchen, sounding like a war drum she was beating herself. She melted the dark chocolate with thick butter in a heated bowl. A thick, glossy black liquid began to form, emitting a bittersweet aroma so rich, strong, and sensual that it filled the air around her. Harper stirred the batter slowly, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the chocolate steam hitting her sweat-drenched face.

I asked, my heart racing from the sudden start. "Make sure to save some chocolate for later," he instructed with a wide grin. I couldn't help but laugh as I scooped a bit of the velvety chocolate into a separate bowl, relishing the urge to lick the spoon clean. It was undeniable - warm, gooey chocolate was a taste unlike any other.

I hold up the small, gilded jug and they all follow suit. Then I pour the caramel over the sphere. They do the same. One by one, the chocolate melts, collapses, and reveals: A delicate, warm oat custard infused with vanilla, rippled with condensed milk caramel, and topped with cinnamon oat crumble and a crisp praline shard. On the side, a small quenelle of milk tea gelato and a laced oat tuile catch the light. Gasps go up and I sit. Even Margot and Charles are mesmerized.

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?

Instead of trying to coax him, he took out his phone and called Otiz, who had left as soon as Ed and Ruby returned earlier. "Otiz, about the event next week. I want to make a slight change to the food," said Ed. Ruby gave Ed a questioning look. She wasn't sure what the correlation was between the event, chocolate, and AJ. "I want to add a chocolate fondue fountain. You know what that is, right? A fountain, but with warm chocolate flowing continuously. We can dip anything in it, including marshmallows or fruit." Ed’s explanation immediately stopped AJ’s crying. The words "fountain made of warm chocolate" certainly caught his attention.

“So, everyone needs to be careful with their fingers. Everleigh? The cream, if you would?” I oblige, taking the little mug of cream off of the table and starting to stir it into the molten chocolate with a tiny silver spoon. The result is a very enticing creamy chocolate dip. My mouth salivates. “You two are lucky,” I say, wiping the spoon on the edge of the bowl. “This is usually only a winter treat, and here we are having it in summer.” “I can have it all the time,” Vivi says, taking a pitted cherry and swirling it deep in the chocolate for a moment. “Coco can probably melt chocolate as well as any fireplace.”

I tell her with a grin. "What is hot chocolate?" She asks as her excitement begins to return. "Oh, you have never had hot chocolate? Well, I will make you some but you have to promise that you will not drink it every night after this." I tell her as her smile grows bigger. "It is the most decadent drink you have ever had. It is melted chocolate mixed into milk. There is a pile of whipped cream on top as well as all of the sprinkles you could want. So, are you in?" I ask.