Perfect Man Chocolate Novels & Stories

I can see the small pink on his cheek. "Is there something wrong Anam? you look a little off there" he pointed to my face. I give him a questioning look. "it nothing I just don't feel like doing anything" I shrugged. "Maybe this can help," he said and disappeared and returned with a box of chocolate brownies and held them to me. I took the box for him and mumbled a small thanks to him. He remembered, I got down and held his hand to drag him with me " come I will show you my favourite spot of the house and my brownies will be safe there "

Bianca was thanking him for saving her mother. "Not quite!" After hearing Frost's conclusion, Tom smirked. He was a good person, but he smiled like a rascal, "That 'B' isn't for Bianca, it's for Maddy!" Frost felt embarrassed because he remembered telling Bianca later, "I happen to like dark chocolate with 87% purity!" and even said, "Dark chocolate can be included in the diet, two pieces a day, but I'll only have enough for three days!" At that time, Bianca only responded with a simple "oh," so he assumed that Bianca was embarrassed and was convinced that she had made new chocolates for him! It turns out that he was just being presumptuous...

She stayed alone in the corner until her eyes locked on a man who was wearing a red shirt. His dark hair, under the sun, looks blue. His pale skin glistened as if it would melt if he stayed too much under the sun. He looks so damn sexy with a red bandana around his forehead. When he turned a little, he met Chocolate’s gaze and the world fell away. Instead of feeling the butterflies in her stomach, Chocolate only felt jealous as she remembered the last thing, he said to her. [“Don’t delude yourself anymore. I am not the mate you saw in your fantasy. If you ever touch my woman, I will be your Grim reaper.”]

**Rowan’s POV** I glanced at the bottle of the chocolate-flavoured gel and glanced at Raina, arching an eyebrow. “Chocolate? That's an interesting choice.” “Yeah… well, you smell like chocolate, and I love chocolate… so…” she replied bashfully, her cheeks flushed pink. How could she be so beautiful? She was the epitome of perfection… and this perfect woman was mine. Mine to touch… mine to crave… mine to protect. And mine to fuck.

The chocolate is very aromatic, especially the chocolate éclair that has only one left. “One choco—” “I’ll buy the éclair, please.” Yet, a man had bought the chocolate first. She frowned and rolled her eyes. It was also the very moment that the stranger glanced at her. “Are you mad?” he asked. “No,” she plainly answered. Minerva pretended to look at the other desserts in front of her, hoping that at least one of them would catch her attention. The man walked closer. “Would you like to eat it here?” Her brows rose. “We?”

” Mason ~”Let me show you and you can decide. Mason slowly walks up to me, unexpectedly, his hand lands on my hip and he pulls me closer. I inhale sharply. I am against his warm chest, it is chiselled to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? I lay my hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead I leave it there. His breathing becomes faster and so do mine. He begins nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they are almost whispers.

They’re all excellent but the best save for last and finally the MC called Shanes name. “The long wait is over! Ladies and gentlemen, our supermodel, the one and only Miss Shane Sandoval!” Everyone gave her a round of applause and cheered for her. Shane is the most gorgeous, alluring and elegant among them. She walks with a smile on her face and everyone really loves her. The show continues without Shane knowing that I am here watching her personally. Every model ramped up the branded clothes that are trending in America. Shane wears the most expensive brand of clothes. She looks so stunning in every outfit that she’s wearing for the show.

“I question the old man, and he studies me in silence. “If you do, then you would understand why I'm here. “I reply, and he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. “You really want to be perfect, huh? “He questions and I stare at him in silence. “I believe you've heard the saying, beauty is pain. How much pain are you willing to go through, and how beautiful do you want to be? How hungry are you for perfection? “He questions, and I scoff. “ I'd bear any amount of pain to shut my Aunt up. To be a god who would stun everyone, and be mindlessly worshiped. I'm not hungry for perfection, I'm starved for it, and I'd go to any length to attain it. “I reply. Burning as the occurrence from the party repla

That could be to my advantage. “Thank you,” I said, taking a seat on a couch. Walter walked carefully towards the couch on the other side of the table and sat. Soon, Renda and Grace were seated on either side of me with steaming cups of coffee and hot chocolate. I glanced at Renda and smirked. “I didn’t know you had a sweet tooth.” She wrinkled her nose, “I… have a weakness.” “Cocoa Madness is the best hot chocolate on the market,” Walter said, his voice taking on a gentle and warm tone. “Special blend. Most don’t know we do more than sell cannabis blends and eatables.”

His large hands fondle my breasts. “This face,” a peck on my cheek. “Those eyes.” Peck. “This nose.” Peck. “These luscious lips.” Peck. “Your smile, your curves, your pussy which in fact is insanely good, everything about you is perfect. Do you hear me?” I chuckle. “You do know that there’s no such thing as perfection.” I murmur but loud enough for Matteo to hear me. “Yet, here you are, a walking proof that perfection does in fact exist.” I flush at his remark.