Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

Months later . . . The craving for chocolate hit her hard. Ooey, gooey, melt-in-her-mouth goodness. Rubbing her rounded belly, Thea rose from the couch and headed to the kitchen, but just like poor Old Mother Hubbard's, her cupboards were bare. The silly children's rhyme made her smile as she perused the shelves. Saltine crackers, cans of soup, some stale cereal. No chocolate. I guess I should have done some grocery shopping before coming home from work.

Carol pleads, and I just nod still not able to form words yet. I dig through the food items until I find a box of expensive chocolates. I tear them open and put one straight into my mouth, I don’t even stop to check what the flavour it is – I just need the sugar. It’s coffee liqueur and dark chocolate and I know it’s a little early for the small hit of alcohol, but it’s just what I need to bring some sense back.

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

When I was sure it was enough, I tasted it. Oh, my sweet tooth! What was in it? It tasted like spring, yes! If spring had a taste, it would be chocolate Coated marshmallows. Hot and cold yet together, it felt right. The limo suddenly pulled up at the dreaded place. I needed to shut up. Chocolate coated mansions were under if you were rich. The building in front of me was my latest addiction. The electric golden gates opened leading my eyes to savor what was in front of me.

She collected the cup of chocolate that was placed on the tray, I just hope you haven't messed things up for me,any mistakes you make warrant punishment Giselle. “The smell from the chocolate cuo was disgusting, I couldn't even drink from it.” What's the ne of this poison you prepared all in the name of chocolate?I asked her with an expressionless look, it is necessary that I take chocolate every morning before six thirty and this is 7:05, at that point I felt like strangling the life out of her because she had just ruined my morning. Immediately I poured hot chocolate on her. “She was calm while taking note, until she poured the cup of hot chocolate on me, it caused a severe pain to my skin

"Try 'de choco-lat for free, my lady! It is a new, sweet delicacy!" I stop in interest when the middle-aged woman shows me her pot of a warm brown substance. She nods her head encouragingly at me. She dips a clean spoon into the chocolate and hands it to me. I look at it. It's lumpy and brown and warm. If this is supposed to be a sweet delicacy, I should trust this lady. I lift the spoon and taste the chocolate. My eyes fly open almost instantly once I realize that said chocolate was not disgusting, but quite the contrary. "This…this is amazing!" I praise her. "Did you come up with this treat yourself?"

"I repeat, get off Miss." "And I repeat, No way. And by the way, tell me what you know about my brother." "Move Grey!" He demanded again but I simply overlooked that command. "Hey don't tell me what to do mister! Anyway, I want to know two things: One, What do you know about my brother and two, Why do you have that much chocolate? Maybe you should stop with all that, I mean it isn't doing you any good. You can't make something bitter be sweet ,Just like you; no matter how much chocolate you eat nothing can mend that arrogant and bitter heart of yours." I said poking him on the chest with a smug smile on my face, and voice dripping of sugar and snide. Suddenly, he pulled me across the table o

There, finding me only eating the grilled marshmallows, Jamie pokes one and dips it in the chocolate fountain until it is fully coated by the thick milky chocolate. He forces it into my sight, trying to pass it to me. “Don’t you want to have some?” he mentions, “The chocolate is from DeLafee, made inSwitzerland, there’s edible gold in it.” “Wh-” What? Edible gold? In chocolate? Hell! It’s just chocolates! I swear I didn’t know how lavish chocolates can be! This world is crazy! However, even if there is gold inside, “No.” I refuse to consume any chocolates. I can tell that chocolate fountain is going to give me diabetes.

Plates gleamed under the lights, and the faint hum of conversation faded into the background. What truly captured his attention was the chocolate fountain. White chocolate flowed endlessly, thick and glossy, cascading down in smooth ribbons that caught the light. The sight alone was hypnotic, and Yang Jun found himself standing there longer than necessary, watching it spill over itself again and again. It was indulgent in a way his life had not been for months.

It was the gift he had bought for me in Luzberg on our third wedding anniversary. Back then, he had said, "My love for you is like this diamond. No matter how many years pass, it will always shine." Since that day, I had carefully treasured the ring along with his promise. I truly believed our happiness would last forever. Yet just a few short years later, the diamond still sparkled, while my heart and our love lay in ruin. Justin tucked the ring into his pocket and stared at the wall. The wedding photo was all that remained of us. The happier we looked in it, the deeper his pain now. He had never imagined that one day I would leave without a word.