Chocolat の小説・ストーリー

The cake shop prepared different types of cupcakes as examples and Emma asked Jazlyn to choose. "It's just a cupcake, Jazlyn. And I don't think there are so many variants," Emma said casually looking at the rows of cupcakes that were made. "I really can get fat like this," Jazlyn mumbled softly. "Of course not. It's very low in sugar. Try it," said Emma who had brought Jazlyn closer to the row of cupcakes on the table. Jazlyn had already sighed and was starting to stare at all the very tempting looking cupcakes on the table. "Okay. Let's try."

He brandished the thing that seemed to look like a chocolate bar in front of my face. I gave him a deadpanned look. 'Seriously, a chocolate bar? Death by cavities?' He was out of his marbles. What on earth could a chocolate do? He smirked. 'Look closely. It's not an ordinary chocolate.' I peered closely at the packaging. 'Chocolax.' I said. He nodded. 'It's a laxative in a form of a chocolate. Pretty much popular for girls who wanted to lose weight without feeling the guilt.' Now I'm confused. What was he planning about to do with the

She pointed to potato flavored chips, chocolate cookies and chocolate drinks. “You seem to have a lot of stock of BriW chocolates.” I commented while getting some cookies and drinks. The BriW chocolate brand is the chocolate factory that is also owned and run by Sir Calix. BriW has almost every type of chocolate and chocolate flavor, and because the masses love this brand so much—not only in America but also in many countries and asia—this brand is quite pricey. I have be

Illegal-in-some-countries chocolate, with a forbidden taste of ecstasy. The chef kissed my irresistible flavours. The guard hesitated, jaw clenched from parting in defeat. I saw it. That small flicker of weakness in his expression. It was just a matter of time before he gave in now. “Triple-layer cake,” I said casually, pushing further through his walls. “Belgian cocoa with no fondant…. because I do have standards.” Another silence hung loosely in the air. I sighed, already thinking of bringing out the strawberry flavour back there, when suddenly, Mr Frowning spoke with surprise: “You didn’t say it was chocolate. Mrs Julliard lo

Julian watched her move toward Caleb, and he asked coldly, "You don't want the thing anymore?" She turned to ask what he meant, and he produced a piece of chocolate from nowhere. It was an old-fashioned brand she had adored as a child, one no longer sold in stores or online. She had no idea how he had even found it.

She spoke with a voice that was almost as tiny and soft as Olivia's. Damien raised his brows and folded his arms, giving me a knowing, amused look that made my jaw clench. Ronnie started showing us around the aisles. There were lots of gourmet chocolates around: dark, milky, and all sorts of exotic flavors I didn't even know existed. All wrapped up beautifully in satin ribbons and cellophane. The displays of fresh flowers and premium gelato were equally elaborate. I felt completely helpless. Right then and there, I realized I was dangerously unqualified for this simple task.

Terence, call Truffle Treasures and order a variety box for everyone. ‘Yes, sir.’ Terence took out his phone. Gloria’s mouth gaped open. ‘Mr Wilde, that’s so generous of you.’ Truffle Treasures was a high-end chocolaterie under Wilde Enterprises. It offered a luxurious and varied selection of chocolate and desserts. Their chocolates were handcrafted and made in small batches to ensure the highest quality and freshness. Their signature truffle collection included 24 decadent flavours, such as Grand Marnier, Raspberry, Crème de Menthe, Mocha, and Amaretto.

“Come in before I start chewing through wires.” She entered and set the tray down on the low table beside my desk. On it were four small pieces of chocolate, neatly labeled with mini flags stuck in each square. “I know it’s technically Friday, but I couldn’t wait. New blend. Maybe a new flagship product, if it passes your grumpy standards.” I reached for the first one—labeled “C3.” I bit into it slowly. Let the flavor unfold. Rich Tanzanian cocoa, mid-notes of elderflower, just a trace of almond to deepen the finish.

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.”