Perfect Man Chocolate Novels & Stories

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice someone coming my way. “Why are you still up?” I asked Andrew, creasing my eyebrows in confusion. “I think this would be helpful.” He ignored my question, handing me a cup of hot steaming chocolate. The rich smell of coco hit my nostrils, making me salivate. Damn it. The old man always knew how to calm me down. I took the mug from his hands and took a sip of it. I groaned when the chocolate hit my guts. It was perfect, the way I always liked it. There were only two people who knew how to prepare the chocolate perfectly. The first on the list is Andrew then the second…

That also explains all the different bottles of wine she took to bed nightly. "I have never thought of you as an airhead." I quote her words. "In fact, you always came across as a smart young woman." "Flattering will get you nowhere, Damian." She warns breaking another piece of chocolate from the triangular block biting off the corner and then putting the rest of it into my mouth which I don't complain about. The sweetness was alarming, I cannot even remember the last time I had chocolate. "What can I do?" She questions watching me as I remove the rendered and crispy pancetta from the pan into a small bowl setting it to one side.

I knew this wasn't the time to be awed by his perfectly sculpted feature, but I couldn't help it. Not when his dark chocolate-coloured hair illuminated due to the light that shone on it, and for the tiniest of moments, I wished to run my fingers through it, wanting to feel the thickness against my tips. His iris almost resembled obsidian, and his black eyes were expressionless, looking much more menacing. He was beautiful—truly carved in perfection. "Remove your clothing, Mani." He repeated his words the second time, his voice becoming more and more stern as he said, "Don't make me ask you again the third time."

she rants but I just kissed her and she smiled. We might fight, she might not admit to what I want to hear but it doesn’t change the fact that we are perfect for each other. The end.

"Don't say that! How could you curse yourself like that? Get sufficient rest after the surgery, and you'll recover in no time. After all, you're much stronger than Laila." "I'll cook you a seafood feast after the surgery's over. You love seafood, don't you?" Gazing at me affectionately, Simon held my hand and said, "Don't worry. I hired the best healer to perform the surgery. You'll definitely be fine. Once it's over, I'll buy whatever you want for you." Bile rose in my throat. He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises.

Well, he can go ahead and pass by a little quicker if you ask me. “Coming right up.” One business-formal jerk will not ruin my day. Nuh-uh, no way. “Chocolate powder?” I call over, sweet and polite. “Yeah,” he clips out, like this monstrous drink is so freaking obvious. The man’s eye twitches when I present him with his drink in a pale pink mug–a half deflated cappuccino, dusted with chocolate and slumping like a drunkard down the side of the cup. “What the—”

What about him isn’t perfect and desirable? He has looks to die for, he is smart, sufficient and extremely successful, has the body of a greek god with perfectly sculpted six abs, strong arms that I want around and on me so badly, his Adonis strip is the perfect V and those broad chests that a girl should lay her head on and just whine after a long day at work. Fuck. Fuck you Damian. Fuck you for doing this to me.

He laughed hysterically. Gina's voice trembled. "What have you taken? Surely it is defective. You didn’t get the divine blood." Chad's smile twisted. "My masterpiece. A pill designed for perfection. Defective? Yes. But potent? Of course, and that so called divine blood will enhance its powers.” He laughed. “You are crazy!” she spat at him. "Oho! No little bunny. I’m not crazy, but I am a new specie created with my own hands. Enhanced strength, unmatched intelligence. I am the perfect being." His eyes blazed. "I'm unstoppable."

Peaches had a condom packet in her mouth and I quickly snatched it from her. "What are you doing with this?!" My mouth hung wide open and her innocent, curious eyes bore into me. She questioned in her squeaky voice, "Why?" "It's too early for you!" I exclaimed and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "But eets chocolate," she insisted and pointed, "It says choco, I can read it!" Chocolate flavoured condom, damn it. "But this isn't what it looks like, honey. I'll buy you another bar of chocolate---"

Why wasn't he looking at her the way he sometimes looked at me—like he wanted to devour every inch of my soul? She was everything a man like him should want. Beauty. Class. Perfection. I sucked in a breath, pushing the thought aside, shoving it deep into the part of me that knew better than to ask questions that had no answers. She pointed to the chocolates I was stuffing absentmindedly into my bag. "Can I have one?" Wordlessly, I handed one over, watching as she tore it open with a soft, eager hum. "Thanks," She took a bite, her lips parting around the dark sweetness, letting out a quiet moan. "Mmhhh..."