Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.”