Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

He brandished the thing that seemed to look like a chocolate bar in front of my face. I gave him a deadpanned look. 'Seriously, a chocolate bar? Death by cavities?' He was out of his marbles. What on earth could a chocolate do? He smirked. 'Look closely. It's not an ordinary chocolate.' I peered closely at the packaging. 'Chocolax.' I said. He nodded. 'It's a laxative in a form of a chocolate. Pretty much popular for girls who wanted to lose weight without feeling the guilt.' Now I'm confused. What was he planning about to do with the laxative? I frowned. 'Your point being?' I asked.

Paper hearts were strewn across every flat surface. Henry took the chocolate basket from the bed and placed it on the nightstand, grabbed a chocolate and came to me while unwrapping it. He placed it in my mouth and I bit into it. It was a liqueur-filled chocolate, and when I bit down, the liqueur trickled from the corner of my mouth. Henry leaned in and licked and sucked where the liqueur had dripped, then put the rest of the chocolate in his mouth.

She stirred the cups with a tiny silver spoon. "Although it's not as euphoric as coffee, chocolate has its uplifting effects." She winked at Torcia. "Some people even claim that chocolate stirs up passions." "Very interesting," said Torcia, doing her best to ignore Reeves as she accepted the cup. Inhaling the rich scent with appreciative expression, she took a small sip of the turbulent dark water. The bold sweetness flooded her tongue and caused a sensation of irritation down her throat. Sophia smiled happily at Torcia's expression. "I love it, you see, now you know an extra attraction to make me come here often."

Let me tell you, people. Food is life...let me not even get started on chocolate. I believe that chocolate is a gift sent to women by God. There's absolutely nothing like it in this world and I am addicted to it. With these food-filled thoughts rushing in my brain I made my way to the kitchen where I found a very silent Christina. Christina being quiet is like asking for rain in the Sahara desert it rarely happens and you never know when to expect it. She's always so lively and full of life so seeing her like this is very depressing.

“I'm thinking about how you promised me ice cream from the new chocolate place for dessert and I'm yet to have any." “Okay then, get your jacket and come back downstairs so we can go there." “Serious?" And I'm excited again. “I will be right back." I run upstairs, grab my jacket and come back down. The ride to the chocolate place is not long. Chocolate Delight is boldly written above the door. I suddenly feel like I haven't eaten anything in years. The bell chimes as we enter and I am hit with the scent of chocolate and coffee. I could die here and come right back to life.

A cocoon made only for the people who shared my last name. On the worst nights, when the storm was relentless, my mom would make hot chocolate. Real hot chocolate. Not powder crap milk warmed on the stove, chocolate melted into silky rivers of sweetness. We’d crowd around the coffee table on the floor, mugs steaming, spoons dunked and licked clean, the smell of cocoa clinging to our sleeves. “Chocolat,” she called it, like it was a spell, and for a few hours, the world outside didn’t exist. Now, the rain feels different. Hostile. It doesn’t cocoon me. It drags me into the cold, pulls me back into the storm. And I can’t shake the feeling that something is waiting for me out there something da

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

We walk into the gas station and Kayla says, "Pick your poison. I'm buying, birthday girl". I think pure chocolate is the best thing for me, so I grab a king size chocolate bar nothing else in it... just straight chocolate. Kayla looks at it and says, "You got it. I just hope you don't make yourself sick before the fun tonight." I shake my head as I wait for her to pay for it and say, "Not going to happen. I plan on trying to make this last all day". She laughs and we go to school.

He handed them to her without ceremony. Tiana took the flowers first, bringing them to her nose. The scent was clean, faintly sweet, a reminder of warmer days. She set them on her lap, then opened the chocolate box. Dark squares dusted with cocoa. She broke off a piece, popped it into her mouth, and closed her eyes at the rich, familiar taste. “Reminds me of when we were kids,” she said softly. “I looked forward to getting chocolates from you. It felt nice to have a friend in the midst of those over pampered and spoilt wealthy bullies.”

I laughed, the sound ridiculous against the quiet of the studio. I ate one. Then another. The chocolate was better than any weather in the world. It melted, dark and rich and absurdly perfect. With each bite something unwound inside me and I remembered simpler things like the warmth of Kyle’s laugh that used to curl around my name, the ordinary kindnesses that had been rarer than diamonds since I’d been sold.