Orchard Valley Dark Chocolate Blueberries Novels & Stories

She exclaimed in excitement, muttering thanks in succession while her hands reached in the basket for a handful of dark ripe berries, munching a mouthful, eyes closed, shaking her head in agreement at how tasty they were. The berries were fresh, and she had been obsessed with dark berries for so long, even becoming her favorite thing, but rarely got a new bunch and had almost given up on them. He knew this and had gone through all the trouble to find her some, including in the basket surprise some white chocolate, chili's crisps, and a massive box of her favorite cream biscuits. She looked up at him, unable to express how grateful she was, not just for the treats but for understanding her in

I said while looking around at all the other candies to see if I wanted to grab anything else "Whatever you say looney bird. Is that all you need" I thought about it then nodded my head "Yeah I need to head home anyway before my grandma starts blowing my phone up" We walked to the checkout line and started putting our things on the counter "Do you have an MVP card" the lady behind the register asked I pulled mine out from my purse and handed it to her "How did you get an MVP card" Roxy asked as we walked to her car and started putting the bags in the back seat

The place was quiet, with only a few patrons sat in booths, and the scent of freshly made waffle cones filled the air. Ryker pulled open the door, letting me step inside first. The cold air hit me instantly, making me shiver under his jacket. I stepped up to the counter, scanning the flavors on display. There were the classics—vanilla, strawberry, chocolate—but there were also some weird ones, like lavender honey and something called “unicorn delight,” which was a suspicious shade of blue. As I debated my choices, Ryker’s voice rumbled beside me. “Vanilla,” he told the cashier.

As well as the traditional haupia, a very popular coconut pudding, there was sugar-crumb nut coffee cake, plantation frost, lilikoi (or passion fruit), kahuku water melon and lichi fruit salad, and basque nut biscuits. As Ileana opted for the plantation frost, a delicious concoction of cold, strong-brewed Kona coffee., banana, sugar and vanilla ice-cream, Electra suddenly remembered the letter Matthew Bryant had written to her about a month ago. She’d received it at the office and had simply filed it under personal correspondence. But in it, she was sure he’d mentioned the estate on Molokai! Damn! Even so small and casual a reference might start a man as astute as Hal Courtenay looking away

Vivian and I each got a glass. “I made them fresh,” he said proudly. I sniffed it, braced myself, and took a sip. Sweet and tart blended perfectly. My eyes widened. “This is good.” Ronan’s chest puffed. “Knew it. Finally, a winner.” Vivian raised a brow. “What’s in it?” “Protein powder, oats, strawberries, bilberries, blackberries, and pineapple.” “Pineapple?” Vivian squinted at him. “That’s not a berry.”

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

He sat leisurely on the couch and read through his Secretary's proposal again. "This will shake the whole of Cascade Wood," he said happily and looked at the cup of yogurt. It wasn't just any yogurt as David thought. It was the specific brand and flavor - honey and vanilla - that Valerie bought for him during their trip to the mall. "Valerie, my love," called out and dipped the provided spoon in the coolness of the yogurt.

She gestured vaguely toward the window where the SUV had vanished. “Especially now,” I smirked, leaning forward with mock seriousness. “Life’s too short for bad pancake opinions. Blueberry brings that perfect tartness, balances the sweetness. Chocolate chips are just desserts pretending to be breakfast.” She laughed, sounded so genuine, cutting through the lingering tension like sunlight through clouds. “You’re wrong, and I feel sorry for you. Chocolate chips are comforting in every bite. Melty, gooey, pure joy. Blueberries are just what people on a diet eat.”

Grabbing Willow’s hand, Blair pulled her toward the dining hall. After Willow had finished the hearty meal of venison and roots, a sudden, inexplicable craving hit her—wild blueberries preserved in honey. She had never cared for the oversweet taste, but the need was a physical ache. She demanded Roman take her to the village outpost to find the jar. Even as he grumbled about the freezing winds and the dangers of the night trail, one look at her pouting lip and pleading eyes brought the Alpha to heel. After bidding the Grant family farewell, they secured the treats and began the long climb to the Vale Compound. The hour was late, and the frost was settling into the pines. Roman needed rest; a

“You've been a pain in the ass today, woman.” Victoria looked at Logan with a calm expression, but her tone was sarcastic. “Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Logan. At least today there are two people who are annoyed by my actions.” Logan snorted softly, but without much protest, his hand still took the snack placed in front of him. The little chocolate balls were made of oats, dates, almonds and cocoa powder - carefully crafted to be healthy but still appetizing. Victoria watched them carefully. She waited, waiting for the man's reaction.