Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

I bit back a whimper of pain and tried to relax, exhausted just from that. The world was still spinning. There was a name I wanted to say. Someone I wanted to call. I felt the syllables, the feeling of it, but I couldn’t say it. Images flashed, faint impression of something or someone. I smelled food, something sweet and delicious. Decadent. Chocolate was what I was thinking of. Chocolate and the faintest bitter scent of coffee. It was comforting, but it wasn’t what I was trying to say. Something cawed nearby then, the world went silent. I heard something as if I was submerged in water.

Perfect for hiding, terrible for comfort. Jordan unwrapped another chocolate bar as he settled into his surveillance position, the wrapper crinkling loudly in the quiet afternoon. He popped the chocolate into his mouth, savoring the rich sweetness. As he chewed, he whistled a tune from his childhood, something his mother used to sing. "Damn, that's good," he muttered to himself, licking the chocolate from his fingers. He reached for another bar in his pocket, then paused, remembering Maria's last lecture.

"Mr. Bassett… I didn't mean it like that. I was just suggesting—" "Good suggestion," I said, nodding. "The company adopted it. Tomorrow, the cherries arrive—you're in charge of distribution. "Marketing will lead a warm-hearted campaign. Copy reads: 'This New Year, we don't want money. Just sweetness.'" I finished and picked up my coat. At the door, the first sob broke the silence. A young woman, sniffling, whispered, "What about my mortgage…" Then came the suppressed commotion. "Three months' salary down the drain… my car loan is due next month…"

Do you know how many years you'd serve if Jessy actually pressed charges? I stared at him in disbelief, and a chuckle escaped me before I could think. 'Was this the man I once loved? I must've been blind,' I thought to myself.

He said as if it was a joke. Nica quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue while staring at Chrismith's lips. She just feels like staring at it. He smiles like he has something in mind. "Ma'am, there's still," the coordinator commented. Watching the two was thrilling. "Huh, where?" Nica looked for a mirror in her bag, but Chris stopped her. "Let me." Before Nica could predict what the young man was going to do, his soft lips touched the side of hers. She did not know how many seconds his kiss lasted. She could still feel her hot tongue as he removed the chocolate left there.

* some mature content* After Miranda left her office, she decided to her favorite coffee shop and try to relax her mind from all the stress of work. She entered the shop and sat at a table that was in a corner. She wanted to avoid reporters and all their cameras and tons of questions. As she sat down,she started going through the menu and decided to order a traditional espresso and a grilled chicken wrap. For dessert, she ordered a piece of chocolate cake. A young lady who looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties,with a beautiful round face, a sharp pointy nose and big eyes which looked tired but beautiful, and had long curly dark brown hair took her order. Her voice was sharp

which is odd, because I have never been one to be crazy about them. I ate the chocolate while viewing the beach from outside my window, even though it was already dark, the scenery was beautiful, the rhythmic movement of the waves combined with the artificial lighting was so perfect that it could almost make you cry at how amazing nature can be. Hold on, is that a tear dropping from my eyes? Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me? I groaned while wiping my eyes with the back of my hands. I checked my bag to see that I had just one chocolate left.

At his outstretched hand and his ridiculous expression and the complete sincerity of someone who genuinely believes he is doing me a favour. “Fine,” I say. His face lights up immediately. “Open.” “I can feed myself—” “It’s a whole experience, I told you. Open.” I open my mouth and he tilts the cone carefully, and the chocolate hits my tongue and I hate that it’s good. I hate that it is genuinely, immediately good. “Well?” he says. “It’s not bad.” “Not bad.” He looks delighted. “Not bad she says. After a lifetime of vanilla, she stands here in the street and tells me chocolate is not bad.”

The box contains all kinds of chocolates, all are my favourite chocolates. I can't hold me back anymore I quickly eat a chocolate. Uhm! Omg! This is best thing in this world, chocolates are very tasty. Licking my lips, I eat my first chocolate. Suddenly mischief thought comes in my mind. Samuel pays the payment and turned towards me to fight but before I put chocolate in his mouth shutting his mouth, HAHA. Samuel stares looking at me with his big eyes. He slowly licks the chocolate. "Very tasty, isn't it?" Samuel doesn't answer

“No-sugar chocolate? What even is this crap?” “I thought it would be better than sugar chocolate. And they didn’t have any jelly beans. Hey! I do eat beans! See?” He just shook his head. “You don’t need sugar-free chocolate. I’ll get you some real chocolate. After your nap.” Oh, goody. “I’m going to go fill your bot-bot. And then you can have some painkillers.” When he was gone, she finished the rhyme. Because it was a crime to stop halfway through.