Perfect Man Chocolate Novels & Stories

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

Trust mel’ Her eyes flashed again, and her mouth — small, rosy and perfectly sculpted - curved into a smile so determined that my heart lurched heavily inside me, ‘You like being taken charge of, don’t you? I nodded again, feeling peculiarly light-headed. ‘Well then! I’m taking charge!’ *** Later, as I got ready, then made my way to the prearranged meeting place, the second thoughts began to arrive. For a start, I’d never been one for ‘girlie’ nights out: Chippendales and suchlike. And that club - Perfecto — the name rang a vague beli. It was notorious for something, but for what, I couldn’t for the life of me remember.

I asked. "Yeah, go ahead Rox, open it," he urged and I pried the lid off the box. I squealed and bounced up and down. Inside was a beautiful necklace with a bone pendant that had been carved into a howling wolf. There were small violet crystals for the eyes and the chain was gleaming black metal.

I pointed out, even as I accepted the box. "No, but it makes the problems more tolerable," she countered, tapping the lid. "Go on. Doctor's orders." "You're not a doctor." "I have excellent taste. That's better than a medical degree." I laughed, opening the box to reveal perfect rows of hand-crafted chocolates. The rich aroma immediately filled the air, making my mouth water. I selected a dark chocolate truffle and bit into it, closing my eyes as the complex flavors exploded on my tongue. "Okay, you win. These are incredible."

I said with a mouth full of chocolate. “I think she heard you moan enough last night. Do that again and I’ll take you right here in front of her.” Alec mind-linked me. I was swallowing the chocolate and I instantly started choking. “Oh dear! Are you okay?” (Cough, Cough!) My eyes were watery. “I’m good. Went down the wrong pipe.” Ignoring Alec, I moved on to the Passionberry Parfait. It was good but I wasn’t excited about it. It was creamy and rich. One of those things that you could only eat half of because it was so rich.

I recognize the scent seeping through the door and a smile tugs at my lips, the nightmare fading into the background. I unlock the door, and he stands there—the picture of perfection. His crisp white shirt clings to his chest, black slacks molded to his powerful frame. It's utterly unfair anyone should be this handsome. In his hands rests a silver dish, the dome lid catching the light. “As promised,” he says, lifting the lid with a teasing smirk. My eyes drop to the rich chocolate mousse in the center sitting on a small china bowl, the aroma intoxicating.

“You're rambling, Samael.” “Perhaps you cannot understand.” “That you're an asshole?” His chest skimmed my forehead. He toyed with my hair like I was Barbie. I glared up at him, my hands incapable of pushing him away. “Milk or dark chocolate, worm?” “I don't want your candy-” “Dark. Dark and rich like the earth.” “What about white chocolate?” “A lie.” “Sipping chocolate, then.” “I approve.” Two mugs appeared in his hands. He forced one upon me. “Drink.”

“He who is the most mysterious soul that is fused to the shard heart of the original ‘he’. Is the turned little perfect chimera of an eagle.” She then thought and deep about the words. Giggling after and lovingly had her plan and idea for her little game and the piece that she wanted to have immediately to her side. “Perfection, but an imperfect one.” The fault and the whole that she immediately saw. The key that she needed and more than enough to bring that piece to her side. His imperfection she will use to strike the deal that he will never reject. “Chastity. The commandment and his rule. The living doll that is put into the mission to watch over and observe the sins under the rule of the

Taking a deep breath, she climbed up the porch steps and knocked. For a very long moment, nothing, then, the door slowly opened by just an inch. One green eye, narrow and unreadable, peered through the slit. Then a slow, mocking grin. "Well, well," the voice drawled. "Look who finally crawled back to me." The door creaked open enough to reveal a tall woman in her late fifties. Evelyn Maddox was a beauty that had bloomed into something cold and harsh, like an ice-encrusted diamond left out in the snow.

Lush, red painted lips that were stretched in a wide smile that exposed her pearl white teeth, a regal nose and piercing gray eyes that seemed almost silver in the dim lighting. This woman was the epitome of perfect beauty. “Do you sell dark hazelnut Couverture chocolate?” the woman asked, her words tainted by a prominent french accent. Of course she was french Elliott thought dryly “Yes we do” she replied, shaking out of the trance the woman’s soft voice had put her in. “That’s great.” the woman smiled widely “I’ve been searching the whole city for it, I’ll take two boxes” Curiosity gripped Elliott and she couldn’t help but ask as she got the order ready “Something special?”