Chocolat Novels & Stories

"Uh, our friend would have given it to me ..." I turned to the man he was carrying. The boy looks very boyish. Tall, lean and angelic. Enter the standards of being handsome for me. But do we need more back up? "Hi, Audrey. I'm Tyler ..." he said obviously trying not to stutter. He handed me a brown chocolate box that I immediately recognized the brand. DeLafee of Switzerland. My eyebrows rose. Not worse than when someone last gave it to me. Give me a Ferrero Rocher! That's cheap!

, he nods and unwraps the chocolate, putting it in his mouth. I sigh and lean back on the bench, looking at the chocolate in my hands. It is wrapped with a plane pink foil. I think I have seen this kind of chocolate somewhere. Oh yes ! This is the same chocolate I got in that box last day along with that love card. Seems like this chocolate is so popular nowadays. But why there's no name of the chocolate on the wrapper ? Whatever, let's eat it now.

“I’m stuffed.” Alexa grabbed a piece for herself and set the dish down on her desk. “My one vice,” she explained as she circled behind the desk and sat down. Conner watched as she peeled back part of the foil, exposing a dark section of chocolate. “They’re chocolate mints, made with imported chocolate.” She bit off half the candy, her eyes half-closed as she savored the taste. “I get them from a place on Rodeo Drive,” she said after she swallowed. “Expensive, but well worth it. I always have a couple with me.” She peeled away the rest of the foil and popped the remaining piece of candy into her mo

It has two chocolate one-seaters conjoined to each other by the side that doesn't have an arm rest making it look like a two-seater in the middle of the parlor facing a small Samsung television with a DVD player sitting on a small milk TV stand. A chocolate coffee table with a twin milk bowl, one filled with assorted sweets, chocolates and candies while the other has traditional sweets such as tuwon madara, gullisuwa, iloka, kantun Ghana, ligidi, hallakabo, sealed kwakumeti in a nylon among others sit on the coffee table.

*Patricia's POV* The other day, a lunch was delivered to me with another note. The note's number is 21, and its watermark is 'L.' Yesterday, a child came to me when I left the building. She handed me a heart-shaped box of Ferrero Rocher. The girl told me that someone asked her to give the chocolates to me. I am not fond of eating chocolates, but how did the sender know that Ferrero Rocher is my favorite chocolate? The box of chocolates has a note numbered '9' with a period as a watermark.

The place is heaven for chocolate lovers. “Mom, I want that chocolate, that one, that one. Come on, Mom. We’ll take it,” shouted Keyla, can’t wait to try all the chocolates there. “Let’s go, let’s try one by one,” Camellia said. At first they went to the chocolate cookies section because there were many types of Cookies with cute cartoon shapes such as Spongebob, Smurfs, Winny the Pooh, Hello Kitty and so on. “Mommy, I want to go down and choose the chocolate myself,” asked Keyla.

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

Immediately Elvano immediately hugged Shaquelle tightly, "Thank you Mommy." **** Shaquelle peels a lot of chocolate that Elvano bought from Aurora. She wants to melt these chocolates and shape them into cute animals and heart shapes too. All of these chocolates are white and green. After she is done, she immediately melts the chocolate until it is completely melted. Prepare dinosaur animal molds as well as heart, star and moon shapes. From the aroma alone, this chocolate must be delicious, especially with lots of almonds and cashews.

It has the ever so slight scent of coffee and dark chocolate. Crap. I messed up.

Around here I doubt that someone is coming to rob us, but it is better to be safe. He lets go of me and closes the door when I finish coming in. "Let's go have coffee." I think we have a lot to talk about. I put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's a little late for coffee." How about a water chocolate? —It refers to liquid chocolate, which is almost a national anthem. It is nothing more than a chocolate with sugar, a pinch of salt, more water than chocolate tables and perhaps a cinnamon stick. It is the breakfast of the poor, as some call it. I call it delight.