Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

Romy Pov The gold box sprang open and he dangled a chocolate right in front of my mouth. “No,” I said. He waited. His hand hovered patiently and the mark on my neck burned with a soft, insistent heat. The chocolate smelled of dark cocoa and sea salt and finally, dignity gave up its struggle against my stomach. I lasted six seconds, then I opened my mouth. He placed it on my tongue, I chewed and it was the best thing I'd eaten in three weeks and that was truly unfair.

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

They glint in the light, and for a moment, I just stare at them, my chest tightening. “Theo,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “Where did you get these?” He shrugs, like it’s nothing. “I went into town earlier. Thought you might like them.” I reach out, my fingers brushing against his palm as I take one. The foil crinkles under my touch, and I can’t remember the last time I held something like this. Something sweet, something just for me. “Thank you,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He watches me as I unwrap it, his gaze steady. I pop the chocolate into my mouth, and the taste is overwhelming—rich and bitter and sweet all at once.

She felt disappointed, but the chocolate was sweet. Inside the dream, a voice inside her shouted, "Cookie house! Cookie house!"

I close my eyes, accepting my fate. The taste is not as bad as I’d anticipated. It’s salty and warm, the peppery, spicy herbal aftertaste spreading over my tongue as the pudding burns, going down my throat. I scrunch up my face, turning away from the second spoon William is trying to trick me into ingesting. I extend out my palm. “The chocolate.” He suppresses a mischievous smile, and nods to the empty wrapper on the bed next to my feet. “That was the last one.”

Jace whispers, his body pressing harder against me. “Two,” he murmurs in my ear. I inhale sharply. “One.” I hold my breath, and then I hear it—the tiny drip of chocolate hitting the lounge. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

I felt him rubbing the rest chocolate on my ass and down to my pussy. “Now what a nice chocolate pussy.” He mouth in my pussy and I couldn’t help but moan. It did help relieve the pain and I did wish that his mouth was also on my tits. I knew I was crazy. He suck on my tenderness, having me feeling more better and I was glad that he didn’t try fucking me. It seemed like he enjoyed the chocolate more better on my core, because he smudged another round of chocolate on me. I moaned like the helpless teenager I was, were I was craving for more.

I stood on the pavement with two bars of chocolate and the distinct experience of being out-maneuvered by the one person on earth I had never managed to out-maneuver. I looked at the closed gate. Then at the chocolate. I unwrapped one bar and took a bite and stood there on the pavement in the Saturday evening quiet, chewing, alone.

she whispered. Adam thought about what she said. Did he ever miss Chocolate? No. In fact, when he heard that Chocolate went to Los Angeles, he was so happy. However, he couldn’t say his honest answer right in front of his face. And so, he stayed silent. “Actually,” Chocolate murmured, “someone told me that if I went away, then you will probably miss me. If you miss me, then you will think of me. Then, if you think of me, you will realize your feelings. If you realized your feelings then…”

The flavor was unlike anything I’d ever tasted—deep, bitter, but with a subtle sweetness and warmth that bloomed on my tongue. "Oh wow," I murmured. "This is… incredible." He leaned back, looking pleased. "Told you. They see chocolate as medicine. Something that heals. That connects. It’s meant to open the heart." I paused mid-sip, suddenly very aware of how close we were sitting. I swallowed a little too hard, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. He took a long sip, then spoke, his voice gentle, "You can stay as long as you need, Vienna. No expectations. No strings. You have your space. I have mine."