Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

His hair was already completely white. However, when he took out the chocolate and handed it to her with a look of appreciation, it immediately made her think of her childhood. For a moment, her heart felt sour and sweet. Looking at Misael's expectant expression, Chelsea took over the chocolate and opened the wrapping paper. The chocolate had been in his pocket for too long and had been melted by the warmth of his body. Chelsea did not say anything. She lowered her head and took a bite. "It's very delicious."

Whenever he tried to make me talk, I'd silence him, calling him a sadistic anti-chocolate man for not letting me enjoy my drink. That brought us to our present, with me intentionally moaning loud at the taste of this insanely delicious hot chocolate while the devil sat beside me with narrowed eyes. His cup was still untouched and I was itching to steal it for myself. Would that really be stealing, though? I mean, the man clearly had no interest in drinking that.

I could lose my job,” Gwen lamented, running her eyes around to check if we were the only ones here. ​I chuckled, threw a tiny square box of chocolate into my mouth, and chewed slowly. The rich, velvety texture melted on my tongue. The flavors unfolded: sweet, creamy, and a hint of bitterness. Just how I like it. I closed my eyes as the feeling of nostalgia transported me to a cozy place, to my childhood and how my mother always gave me sweet treats. ​Good times indeed. ​I opened my eyes, took another piece of chocolate, and repeated the same process. I could swear Gwen’s eyes were so focused on me that I couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh.

Silence settled over them as Camden felt for the chocolate bar in her pocket, crinkling the wrapper. It was empty. She must have finished it and not realized it, she thought with disappointment. "What was that?" Clayton asked, the noise sounding out of place. "Chocolate wrapper," she declared, not feeling it necessary to show him the evidence. He scoffed, "Of course it is," he whispered as she wrapped her arm around him once more.

“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.

she purred. Unable to refuse since it would mean opening my mouth anyway, i did as i was told. As soon as the cube landed on my tongue, the chocolate melted. I didn’t even needed to chew. He hummed in pleasure. “Good, huh?” “Yes,” i said. He gave me his half-full champagne i took it gratefully, swallowing the rest of its contents in one swig. It might not have been the smartest decision to be taking a drink from the glass of a complete stranger, but the chocolate left a mediciney aftertaste that i wanted to get rid of. It was like drinking cough syrup but sweeter.

"You cannot ask about prison visits while the ganache is setting! The chocolate will sense the negative energy and seize!" His tone sounded unpleasant."The chocolate will... sense negative energy?" "Chocolate is temperamental," Sophie explained with the patient tone of someone educating a particularly slow child. "Like a beautiful woman or a fine wine or a Swiss bank account. It must be treated with respect and proper timing, or it will punish you for your insolence." Alexander giggled, the sound bright and musical in the sugar-scented air. "Sophie says chocolate has feelings!" "All food has feelings, mon petit," Sophie said seriously. "This is why American cuisine is so tragically bland. Yo

Around here I doubt that someone is coming to rob us, but it is better to be safe. He lets go of me and closes the door when I finish coming in. "Let's go have coffee." I think we have a lot to talk about. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's a little late for coffee." How about a water chocolate? —It refers to liquid chocolate, which is almost a national anthem. It is nothing more than a chocolate with sugar, a pinch of salt, more water than chocolate tables and perhaps a cinnamon stick. It is the breakfast of the poor, as some call it. I call it delight.

My hands are full with kitchen supplies, so any chances of getting my goddamned hair of my face are slim. I reach the front door of my chocolate store and stare proudly at it, it is small but it is my ‘place’, my ‘creative space’, my ‘magic making machine’. "Golosi" also known as ‘sweet tooth’ in Italian, is my dream shop. Ever since I found out that chocolates were my calling, I’ve dreamt of having my own place and blessing the world with my unique chocolate recipes. Now, all my dreams are coming true, I should be happy but I’m not. My heart is not in the right place, I’ve been taken advantage of, been cheated on and above all I’ve been broken into innumerable pieces that cannot mended. Lov

She pulled out the hardened wax wicks and made sure to cut a large slice for the man who had moved his plate close—very close—to the cake. “It’s all chocolate. You bought this cake just to satisfy your own craving, didn’t you?” Pandora guessed, catching an unexpected reaction right in front of her. Chocolate and Kingston were like two sides of a coin that couldn’t be separated. She had never seen her husband this tempted by a food made from cocoa beans. Never this excessive. One small slice of cake entering Pandora’s mouth might be equivalent to five mouthfuls of the cake Kingston was currently chewing. “Slow down, King. You’ll choke.”