Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

"That's a major turn off." "Yeah..." I chuckle, agreeing with her. The smile on my face fades away when I look back at Becky. She appears a bit distracted. Maybe bringing her boyfriend in between the talk has spoiled her mood. Shit! I need to do something to cheer up. I immediately jump out of the counter. I turn around and open the cupboard over the top and take out flour and cocoa powder. "So who is ready for some Chocolate cake to have a breakup celebration?" I ask her in an amused tone.

Like a kid enjoying his first rollercoaster ride, afraid and equally excited. “Not yet.” He murmured as he changed position and sat above my head. Looking at him upside down, I wondered what was he about. His next words answered me, “I always wanted to taste you with the second favourite thing I loved the taste of....” My eyes widened as he grabbed the bowl and pulled out two more sticks of chocolates from it. “The first remains you, princess. But the second one is chocolate, I have loved them since I was a kid. And tonight, I’m going to taste both at the same time.”

Whoever had done this design was definitely an amateur. Where most would have done flowers or some cartoony figures, I couldn't decipher the message Jared was trying to pass across with the horribly designed chocolates. Well, that was if he did design it. A note was placed on it, and I gripped it, opening it. "I guess this is for you," I said. "What does it say?" Leslie asked. "Indulge in these sinful delights; let each taste linger on your lips like a lingering kiss, leaving you craving for more, just like the pleasures I yearn to explore with you."

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.

AMELIA The taste of truffled chocolate, filled with cherry liqueur, floods my palate at the first bite and in a few seconds the hormones of happiness are stimulated, causing little sighs of pleasure to come out of my throat. That was the dessert he left for me. I finish all the chocolates in a few minutes, wondering with every bite how the son of a bitch knows my preference for chocolate, right this one should be a candy appreciated by almost everyone, but how can he know that this one is my FAVORITE.

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.

The scent of sweet vanilla and rich chocolate filled the air, pulling me from the depths of despair. A generous scoop of vanilla ice cream formed the base, with thick ribbons of dark chocolate syrup cascading down its sides. A swirl of impossibly light whipped cream crowned the peak, dotted with a shower of colourful sprinkles that sparkled like tiny jewels. And a single, perfect maraschino cherry, glistening like a ruby, rested on top. My heart hammered against my ribs. I couldn't speak. Who was this person? A phantom? A guardian angel sent to me in my moment of need? How could she have known the one thing I craved right now more than anything in the world?

I closed my eyes. I hated how good it felt. His palms worked down to my lower back, then my thighs. My body melted under him. My mind didn’t. He leaned close. “Better?” I nodded, too dazed to answer out loud. He broke a piece of the chocolate and pressed it gently to my lips. I opened my mouth, let the taste melt on my tongue, dark, bittersweet, spiced with something I couldn’t name. He let his fingers linger just a second longer at the corner of my mouth.

“Why does it taste like perfume?” I burst out laughing. “It’s refined,” Miranda defended gently. “It’s confusing,” Debbie countered. The caterer looked mildly alarmed. I waved reassuringly. “We’re enjoying this. I promise.” We began ranking them loudly and dramatically. “Chocolate is winning,” Debbie declared. “Vanilla has grace,” Miranda argued. “Honey almond has meaning,” I added. They both looked at me. “Meaning?” Debbie asked. “Yes,” I said slowly. “It feels symbolic.”

Ravi knew he wasn't eating the chocolate bar now, but he could smell the intense aroma of chocolate enveloping him, as if it were tightly wrapping around Ravi and floating in the air, making Ravi involuntarily take a deep breath because he suddenly liked it very much. "Ravi, the chocolate is sweet. Just like Ravi."