Poem Chocolate Novels & Stories

Illegal-in-some-countries chocolate, with a forbidden taste of ecstasy. The chef kissed my irresistible flavours. The guard hesitated, jaw clenched from parting in defeat. I saw it. That small flicker of weakness in his expression. It was just a matter of time before he gave in now. “Triple-layer cake,” I said casually, pushing further through his walls. “Belgian cocoa with no fondant…. because I do have standards.” Another silence hung loosely in the air. I sighed, already thinking of bringing out the strawberry flavour back there, when suddenly, Mr Frowning spoke with surprise: “You didn’t say it was chocolate. Mrs Julliard loves those.”

He moved to stand beside Thea and handed me a chocolate bar, a peace offering, I supposed. “My mom swears by chocolate,” he mumbled, his cheeks tinged with a blush. “She says it’s the elixir of life, the cure-all for everything from a bad day to a broken heart.” I nodded in approval, "She's absolutely right. I'm a total chocoholic. It's like a drug – once you start, it's hard to stop." He rolled his eyes at my choice of words and leaned back against the wall. I studied the two of them in amusement.

My knees shook as I tried to sit with my legs pressed tightly together, squeezing my core. I felt uncomfortable—not only because of his stare, but down there. My pussy… it was throbbing. Wet. Clit hurting, burning like fire. Then I heard him chuckle darkly. “They’re aphrodisiac chocolates, sweetheart.” he said finally. My jaw dropped, the piece of chocolate slipping from my fingers to the floor. He walked closer, shoes clicking against the marble. “Considering how you taught my daughter to rebel against me…” His voice dipped lower. “You’re surprisingly inexperienced yourself.”

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

a bar of Belgian dark chocolate I’d been saving for next month’s emotional meltdown. I stared at it for a beat. “You’re mine now,” I whispered and grabbed it fast. Peeled back the wrapper halfway, inhaled deeply. God, even held hostage in a mafia villa, my woman-brain still believed chocolate was a form of survival. “If you’re gonna die eating chocolate, at least let me watch.” I jumped. The chocolate slipped from my hand, the crinkling plastic hitting the floor like a gunshot in the quiet. And there he was....Zach Romano.

Could he? “Chocolate with chili?” The horror. I’d been tricked as a kid into trying a red-hot chili, the one that was shaped like rat poo. “Oh no.” Dante hadn’t said a word since we sat down but had been shoving a brownie in his mouth and washing it down with coffee. “I think he means chili con carne rather than an actual chili, Alicia.” I looked at Clarissa for confirmation that he hadn’t ruined perfectly good chocolate. “He’s right.” His face lit up as though he was savoring a pleasant memory. “But, Alicia, I bet I can convert you if you taste my chocolate cupcakes with chili.”

My stomach is demanding for this heavenly treat but my mind is replaying the warning I got before coming here. Alex's words are blooming loud and clear, telling me not to dare to touch a thing nor eat anything. *You can have a bite, nobody will found out* I blinked as an alluring voice came out of nowhere. My vision got clouded as I looked for the source. A flower of happiness bloomed inside my mind making the waves of joy and satisfaction filled me to every last corner. I smiled and eyeed the sweets and chocolates hungrily. My mouth turns watery and my hand raises to pick a ample piece of chocolate and places the goodness over my tongue. Let my taste buds explode with the heavenly sweet.

That was— I only cussed outwardly once and that was to Katherine, since then I haven't. Chocolate is standing as he shrugs "Yeah, beats me how Alex always knows when we do. Well, you have one mark. Cream has two, quite his smallest, surprisingly. I have about twenty and Strawberry— Ah, I couldn't could it. The dots were tiny, made me dizzy when I tried" Is that even possible? "Anyway—" Chocolate drawls as he comes closer then stops in front of me before he smiles and pokes my nose "And that's where you come in"

The faint aroma of chocolate wafted in the room from the hot chocolate topped with marshmallows. “Hot chocolate filled with marshmallows, a croissant and a few extra roasted marshmallows. Chewy, sweet and hot. Just like you like it,” Jackson smiled, while I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. “Umm. You must be hungry so I—” “What are you doing?” I asked, frowning. “Telling you there’s no poison in it and… it’s super tasty and fresh!” He drawled. “What is going on, Jackson?” I looked into his eyes.

I said as I smiled Eliza looked through all the content “there's chocolate candy, cream chocolate, chocolate powder, chocolate chips, chocolate cookies, wow... There's a heart shaped chocolate candy here. Awwn, this is so cute. You'll eat that, just in case there's a love potion in it” she winked at me and I couldn't help but smile. I'm happy “and there are plenty of this chocolate. Well, I'm making hot chocolate for you now with one of this chocolate powder. Be a good girl and don't eat anything before I come”