Sin And Chocolate Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hm, I could do it in whatever shape you want, round, square, in a long rectangle, with layers..." He kissed my chest as I spoke. He hummed to encourage me to speak. "Then we have the flavors. It could be a chocolate cake with frosting, a sponge cake with fruit, a walnut cake with honey, or maybe a rainbow cake, or maybe an apple and strawberry crumble cake..." "As long as it's sweet." He said, kissing my inner thighs. "How sweet do you want it?" I asked, looking down at him. He smiled mischievously and took off my underwear. He then lowered his jaw until he reached my entrance, never once breaking eye contact.

“It has everything to do with it! Chocolate raises your blood sugar quickly and lowers your immunity. You were already sick, so it made your cold worse.” “I don’t understand all that.” Eloise pouted.

I can manage myself but they didn't believe me. "Here, Zy!" Ryle called me. "Chocolates!" I went closer to him and looked for the chocolate on the tray. "This food stimulates endorphins, which are linked to happiness," he said and passed me one. "The darker and more bitter, the better, because it means it has more cocoa than sugar. This way, you won't gain weight easily." "Having a doctor friend is good, huh?" I accepted the chocolate in his hands. "Yeah? Instant nutritionist?" He laughed.

If Blake shields her, he dies before dawn. So the numbers leave one outcome. Which is…. Me. I watched from the rooftop opposite her building, the cigarette smoke below curling up from my brother’s restless hand. He doesn’t light it and he never does anymore but he likes the ritual. It reminds him of control because he thinks control is pressure applied at the right moment. I think control is just subtraction. Take away, take away, until what remains has no choice but to reveal itself. That’s why I gave her the third key. Not because I trusted her. Not because I wanted her safe. But because subtraction required it.

“Alright, then you go first. Share one of your secrets with me.” A devilish grin crept across Chris’s face. “Well, if you insist…” He leaned in conspiratorially. “I have a secret obsession.” I arched an eyebrow. “With what?” “Chocolate.” I couldn't contain my snort of laughter. “That’s not much of a secret, Chris! You were always sneaking chocolate as a kid, even when I tried to hide it from you.” Heat crept into Chris’s cheeks at the implication of our previous history, but he maintained his easy smile. “Hey, the habit stuck. That’s all I’m saying.”

And I've never been more attracted to him. "Number one. The sex is dynamite, mind-blowing, actually." I blush. "Yes, that's true." "Number two, you've got me hooked on green tea now. So, you're obligated to buy it for me as you know where to get the good stuff." A grin leaves me. "Duly noted." "Number three, you've got me hooked on chocolate, too. I'll never understand why you like mint and chocolate together, but I can overlook your weirdness, I suppose," he says playfully, rubbing my arms some more.

"Don't forget Dylan, I may not be able to reject you, but I can definitely send you to the hospital in a coma. Stay away, I already have the help I need, someone I looked to for help." Sin POV I know I'm not one of the calmest wolves out there, but this woman is testing every drop of patience in me. I don't call myself Sin for nothing, the first moment I knew how she behaved anger consumed me, but then I can't deny that when I saw her in other people's arms it turned me on too, lust is also a sin. So at the same time that I want to rip their hearts out, I also want to get involved and make them scream my name in pleasure.

“Try this one.” She took it from his hand and studied it. “Why this one?” It was a chocolate cupcake with pastel pink frosting and chocolate flakes with a cherry on top, but what made him choose it, she was about to find out. “I call it sinful.” Her brow arched. “Why do I feel it represents me?” Bryce chuckled. “Confident, are we? Try it then, and tell me.” Charleigh quickly noticed the glint of excitement and the wickedness in his eyes. They probably had the same thought.

We snuck out as dawn glowed pink, hearts racing, bodies buzzing. No one knew. But every summer after, leading worship, I would eye that pew, feel his ghost thrusts, hear his whispers in my ear and crave more. By year three, we had it down: quick woods romps, boat fucks, even my cabin, and always ending in the chapel. He got filthier oce he said to me “I’m gonna breed this holy pussy, fill you with my sin” and I would beg, my "purity" long gone, replaced by a fire hotter than any bonfire.

She had never seen him like this, eyes dark, jaw tight, the holy man suddenly looking very much like a man who wanted to sin. “You have been sinning under my roof,” he continued, voice dropping to a whisper that dragged across her nerves like velvet over gravel. “Every night. I have heard you, you know. Those little whimpers. My name on your lips while you defile yourself.” He leaned in closer, the scent of him, incense and sweat and something darker, flooding her senses. “I told your parents I would keep you pure. And here you are, three fingers deep in that virgin cunt, fucking yourself raw to thoughts of me.”