Chocolat Novels & Stories

The aroma of cocoa and confections wafted out from the open door, filling the air with a delightful fragrance. The store's sign, adorned with a gilded cacao bean and the words "Petrov's Chocolatier," hung proudly above the entrance. It appeared to have the same level of reputation and tradition that Boris City itself exuded. The moment she crossed the threshold, Magdalena was met with the welcoming smile of the shop's owner, Natalia Petrov. Natalia was a robust and friendly woman in her late forties, with an apron covered in chocolate smudges. Her voice carried the warmth of shared secrets and whispered confidences. "Good evenin

"Don't you think it's too early for champagne?" "Of course not, are you sure you don't want it?" "Nope, but I'm craving chocolate." I said in all honesty. When I'm on my period I'm always craving chocolate and this morning I forgot to bring a Milky Way with me. "What brand of chocolate?" he asked. "Delafee." I joked. Delafee is one of the most luxurious chocolate brands in the world and I doubt that he will have that, but I can't help messing with him.

Champagne walked out of the kitchen towards the door and unlocked it, there was no one specific but a box of chocolates and a bunch of roses. Her eyes lifted and scanned the hallway but no one was around, her gaze landed back on the flowers and she bent down to pick them up and heard a click as a blue light flashed her way. Champagne her head quick and stood to up, she was sure she heard a camera and even saw a light. Someone was watching her, she been right some one was stalking her. Her eyes turned to the flowers again, she was growing more suspicious of these flowers. Champagne picked them up with the box of chocolate's and

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"

I heard a voice near us and then a squeal coming from my baby girl, I tuned to them with big wide eyes, whose that? "Darjin, what are you doing here?" I ask him in a cold voice. "Good morning Miss Evelyn, I'm here to say hello to the pretty girl," he says looking at my baby girl, holding what looks to be a chocolate rose in his hand. "What's that?" I ask him in a cold voice, what is he giving my little one? "It's my homework," he says. "What homework?" I ask again. "It's my baking class, we're learning about chocolate and I did this, it's pure chocolate but then it got some red filling," he says w

she frowns in rage. My favorite chocolate is not Cioccolato di Modica, but Bacio Perugina

I looked at the cakes, even their name is mouth watering. Crunchy choco cake, Rich chocolate splash cake, Crunchy kit kat cake, Chocolate fruit gateau, Chocolate cream cake with kaju katli, Chocolate truffle cake, Chocolate oreo mousse cake, German chocolate cake, Choco lava cake, Chocolate guinness cake, Choco chip cake, Nutella chocolate cake, Choco velvet cake, Walnut dark chocolate cake, and the list goes

But is it enough to impress Chef Austin if she does their work solo? Once their chocolate has been infused with lavender and orange, the aroma has spread to the room. Making everyone stop with their doing. Alfred and Chef Austin was impressed with it, while Alexandria is starting to get frustrated. Olivia divides the white and semi-sweet chocolate into two parts and gives the other half to Conrad.

Something beautiful, subtle, unyielding. After hanging up, I opened a browser tab and typed in the number from memory—Trésor Cacao, her favorite chocolate place. She used to sneak out of dorms to buy their truffles, swearing Madame Eloïse made them with some kind of magic. A woman answered in her soft French-laced tone. “Bonjour, Trésor Cacao.” “It’s Damien von Adler. I’d like to send an order house truffles, please. Champagne ganache and dark cherry.”

The aroma that filled the air was baked goods, coffee, and a hint of cigarette smoke. Walking up to a glass case full of chocolate delicacies, I attempted to ask the man behind the divider for a crêpe. "Uh, une crêpe au chocolat, s'il vous plaît." Laughing at my pronunciation, he grabbed the dessert and placed it onto a plate, handing it to me over the glass case. Pulling some money from my bag, I looked back up and tried to pay for my food but the man had disappeared into the kitchen. "It's free, Miss Daniels. You don't have to pay for your guilty pleasures here." The same deep, sultry voice that had startled me yesterday fille