Tease Chocolates Novels & Stories

Lexi felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the noise of the party fading into the background. Then, without breaking eye contact, the mysterious stranger smiled and raised his glass in a silent toast. Lexi felt her cheeks flush as she smiled back, feeling a spark of electricity that seemed to arc between them like a live wire. As the night wore on, Lexi found herself drawn to the stranger again and again, their conversations flowing easily as they talked about art, music, and life. She learned that his name was Julian Blackwood, and that he was the host of the gala, as well as a renowned art collector.

“Sorry, weird question. Just thinking if you’re not busy, you could call by my place tomorrow—business, not the house, that is. I could do with someone to taste test something new. An unbiased view would be good as those I have working for me are biased.” “Chocolate?” She gleams at him curiously. “Yeah, I make my own chocolate. I know weird right? Just a small shop I own.” “What sort of chocolate? Like bars or something else?” “Bars, small chocolates that go in boxes, chocolate creams as well people use for cakes and other things.” His words are quiet, Anais laughs slightly. “Other things?” What else can it be used for? “Don’t ask. Some customers get descriptive with how they used the chocol

His eyes slowly darken with my word while his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to his solid body. "It sounds like we will need more chocolate then." Is his comeback, his voice low and husky when it enters my ear. I giggle and step away from him, grabbing more milk chocolate and cookies and cream bars, my mind racing on what we could do with the sweet substance. With a childish grin on my face, we head over to my favourite aisle, the ice-cream aisle. I select a tub of Chapman’s French Vanilla and Mint Chocolate Chip laughing when Tate places a Neapolitan ice cream into the cart, commenting that mixing the three flavours together is ‘The bomb dot com babe.’

Dianna had thought the tart debacle had been bad enough, but this was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t as if she could turn them away. They were Ashby Chocolates after all. No one sent back an Ashby Chocolates gift, especially not the soft-centered ones. Besides, each one was a different letter—one chocolate shaped like a letter the size of a dinner plate and each letter was filled with a different soft gooey center of deliciousness—and Dianna was curious to see what the message would say.

" Tina said as she took out two small boxes from the suitcase she had packed. Inside the boxes were spherical chocolates. In fact, it was not an expensive brand, but Tina had wrapped the chocolates beautifully and put a nice sticker on them. And the names of the two children were written on them. Kara held the little box with surprise and said happily, "Thank you, Mommy!" Then Tina looked at Keith and said guiltily, "I bought this chocolate because Kara used to eat it all the time. There's one here for you, too, but I don't know if you like it or not..."

Harriet teased. “Ugh…ugh,” Cassius coughed as he heard that. His face reddened instantly as he shyly looked at Harriet who put a finger-size chocolate her mouth. “Hmmm~” she hummed, cupping her cheeks. “This is so good. It feels like it instantly melt in my mouth. As expected, Swiss chocolate is different,” she said, then stared at him. “We must buy a lot of these before going back home.” “Then, let’s go back at the last day.”

, I reply, making my way around the counter to get myself a glass of juice. Tatum is ripping open the chocolate bar. “Are you using it to cook?”, I can’t help but ask. Tate slowly turns to look at me, confusion spelt on every feature of her face. “You’re joking right?”. I shrug, opening the fridge and plucking a carton of juice. I don’t know if they use chocolates to cook but Tate was ripping it open like she was about to dunk it in whatever mixture she was making.

Few minutes later, the guy returned to their table with two bubble teas in his hands. “Here. Which flavour do you want?” She stared at the two bubble teas in his hands and realized that one is Chocolate and the other is Cookies ‘n Cream. She wasn’t really a fan of bubble teas. In fact, she hasn’t tasted it once, well for as long as she could remember though. “Just pick one,” Stephen ordered her. She pointed at the latter and Stephen gladly handed her the tea. “Ah! I’m glad food can still cool your mind off.” He muttered while sipping his chocolate. “So we’re good now, right?”

“Goddess, how old are these?!” I looked at one of the cards. “This one says twenty sixteen.” “Well, they are definitely going in the trash.” “Now hold on,” I grabbed the box of chocolates, “I’m kinda curious if they are still good or not.” “Don’t do it, Teddy. You’ll regret it.” But I watched Melody’s face as I plopped one into my mouth. She winced and watched my face with curiosity and a slight hint of sympathy. I wondered why she gave me that look; but then the taste hit me. It was like an old balloon and chalk had danced across my tongue; the sickeningly sweet and rotten sour taste of the inside cordial spilling into my mouth when I bit down.