Tease Chocolates Novels & Stories

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

she asked and Cherry replied enthusiastically, "My creations..." He opened the box and started explaining. There were indeed some beauty products in the box. “Start with these. Wash your face every day with this cleanser, and we’ll go from there. For now, let’s do a quick cleanse and get you ready.” Thea was stunned. Those products were his exclusive collection. Not one of them had an MRP of less than three figures. In other words, these could be called a treasure. "Are you sure?" she asked puzzled. Cherry smiled,

then he was going to pop the question again, and he was sure she wouldn't say no. ********* Kathleen smiled a few minutes later at the box of chocolates on her table thinking it was from Jacob, they were her favorite knockoffs of the Ecuadorian cacao bar which cost a hundred dollars per brick. Taking a seat, she took her time to admire the box and then she realized it wasn't a knock off—it was the real thing!! it costs over five hundred dollars.

the butler asks as he places the pitchers on the table. “I am not that familiar with cocktails,” I reply and stare out at the dark pool. “Well… what kind of candies do you like? I can try to recreate it.” I really have to stop and think about it. Lucas didn’t allow me to eat sweets, and I have forgotten what I like. “Uhm… maybe salted caramel, I guess. And Turkish Delight.” Chad nods. “I think I can do something with that.”

For anyone, it would look like shiny high-density fiberboard - but after touching it, I felt it wasn't attached - even there was a small butterfly-shaped latch in one corner - that means it can be open - a clandestine compartment, means something might be hidden inside it. The dormant detective inside me woke up - my curious mind kept poking me to open that fiberboard and see what treasure could be hidden in them. Hesitantly, I vacant the drawer and moved the butterfly latch upside and opened it. To my surprise, it was mini chocolate storage. Toblerone, Guylian, Cadbury silk, Cadbury bubble, Patchi - the famous combination of both Swiss and Belgium flavors, Ferrero Rocher, KitKat, gummy bear

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Chloe was leaning against the fridge, holding two mugs. "He lives!" Tess announced, waving the nail polish brush. "Did Pumpkin sit on you? He likes to suffocate guests." "The cat is a menace," I gritted out. "Here." Chloe handed me a mug. It was chipped and said DON’T TALK TO ME UNTIL I’M HOT. I stared at it. "It's coffee," Chloe said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Instant. But it's caffeine." I took a sip. It tasted like battery acid and sugar. I drank it anyway.

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

“And one of those—what are they called? The little ones with the sugar glaze?” “Maple twists,” she bit out. “Right. One of those.” Another slam of the lid, another pastry tossed in. He hummed lowly, pretending to weigh a decision that clearly wasn’t that hard. “You know what, better make it two. They look good.” Tessa leaned on her broom, grinning. “Oh, this is so painful to watch.” Kaelani ignored her, shoving the bag across the counter. “You done?” She asked, voice clipped.

Zanaya said in a matter-of-a-fact tone. "Wait, we're missing something here. Isn't it that all months have 28 days?" I asked. "That's right," we turned to Chris. "The first sentence was just a nuisance. The answer was 12. Don't you notice that the questions were purely logical and tricky. So let's not just answer. Let's look deeper." Dave typed the number 12 into a digital device attached to the box. It looked like the box when my sister was kidnapped. The box opened and a piece of paper came up to us again. Not just one but two. One was yellow, the other was only half. It’s obvious because it looked like it’s torn.