Molten Chocolate Novels & Stories

“I made hot chocolate for you, drink up.” Quinn got up to open the door, saying, “Mom, the hot chocolate you made is so concentrated, I bet you used up the whole packet.” After opening the door, she still took the cup from Zoey. Without needing a taste test, one could tell how rich the chocolate drink must be by looking at its consistency. No matter how big the cup was, Zoey would add more than enough chocolate to match. “The weather’s cold, and you’re on your period. What’s wrong with drinking some hot chocolate? What’s so bad about it being rich and creamy? I don’t hear you complaining when you drink chocolate milkshakes. Why don’t you complain about its richness then?

I look up at her and raise an eyebrow, and she chuckles. “I always find that hot chocolate is like therapy, like a big, chocolatey, gooey hug. Here, use the spoon.” She says and I smile at her and pick up the spoon and scoop out some of the cream with the marshmallows and pop it in my mouth and I moan. The sweetness and the powdery softness of the marshmallows melts on my tongue.

Lily chuckled lightly “Usually the person pouring the drink knows how they take it, such as black coffee, with milk sugar or cream etc. so it pours out made. Because you didn’t know, they placed a jug of milk for you here” “Oh” Gemma exclaimed, impressed “And as to the chocolate shot. The chocolate or anything in that form will stay warm or to the temperature you would like. It’s the same for food. Our food does not go off or by its sell-by-date unless we, ourself lose our other half and have become fully human” “That’s possible?” Gemma asked “Oh yes. But very rarely and even more rarely for the FAE queen unless she willingly gave up her mortality” placing her finished tea down, she helped G

Within a couple of minutes, the contents in the mould had melted into a consistent lethal liquid. I pulled it out with the help of a glove and poured a fraction of the content into a handheld bowl. "Meet my master piece." I grinned mischievously over the heat of the content. "I call it... Sweet Hell." "Don't do this, mate. This is downright diabolical." He trembled. "You either drink up fast, or tell me how my men return with their wolves extracted from them!" I laughed. It was my turn to laugh, and I was beginning to enjoy every bit of it.

My colleagues and I were working on the conversion of cocoa into chocolate. The important raw materials for making chocolate are cocoa mass, cocoa butter, and sugar. Milk powder gives a creamy taste to white and milk chocolate. We first mixed all the raw materials in a cylindrical tank with rough walls. We used a specific proportion so that we'd have a specific aroma and appearance for the chocolate. We then used a series of rollers to compress the chocolate mass to give it a more grounded texture. I removed it from the rollers and kept it in a metal cylinder so it can warm up and become ground for a few hours.

Like a speed train, he snarfs it down and licks his chops, then sits and eyes his human with blatant optimism. “Down.” The dog collapses back to the floor, offended, eyes squeezed shut in what can only be described as a puppy pout. I turn my attention to my milkshake. It’s obscene. Layer upon layer of chocolate decadence — double fudge swirled with creamy chocolate, chunks of cookie dough suspended like buried treasure. It looks thick enough to qualify as a structural material. I take a sip through the curly straw. The cold hits my tongue in a sugar explosion that makes my eyes roll back slightly.

he says with a wink meaning blood. "Baby, don't eat that," I tried to order her, but she had already bitten right into it, she offered me the other half and Darjin pointed to it with a small smile on his face, maybe he had a good side in him, I took the chocolate and tasted it, it was perfect, a match done in heaven and hell, having the perfect combination of blood and chocolate. "It's good, I'm sure you'll get an A," I say enjoying the chocolate, it's pretty and delicious.

He told her. She took a sip and as soon as it touched her tongue; it felt like her tongue was dancing with joy at the richness of chocolate. “Oh, my god! This is just legendary! What did you put in?” She asked him, taking another sip. “It’s a type of silk textured chocolate. I had a bit of trouble perfecting it.” He told her. “It’s amazing! You could definitely open your own chocolate shop. It would be a huge success.” She told him and kept drinking her chocolate milk.

There's a note on it. "Get creative. There's whipping cream and chocolate you can melt. Thank me later" ****************************************************