Affogato Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

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

The same woman returned, this time carrying a tray with coffee for me and Steffano, and juice for Stephie. “Can I eat one?” Stephie asked, pointing at the cookies on the tray. “Is this sugar-free?” Steffano asked. The woman froze for a moment. “Oh… I’m not sure, Sir,” she said, scratching her head awkwardly. Steffano shook his head. “Next time, make sure you know what you’re serving your customers—” “It’s okay, I’ll taste it first,” I said with a smile, cutting him off before he could continue. I took a bite of the cookie.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

together. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Third Person POV As the coven meeting came to an end in my restaurant, a familiar scent of homemade cookies wafted through the room as one of the waiters delivered a huge package along with a note, written neatly in a handwriting that was eerily same as that of Dominic’s Business Studies prof.

He didn’t even feel like stopping. “What are you doing?” Douglass asked, feigning ignorance, even though he had already seen Mitch reading on the living room sofa. Unaware of the living room CCTV, Mitch closed the book and hugged a cushion on the sofa. —I was checking a baking recipe. I baked it exactly as the recipe said, but today’s batch burned a bit. “I guess I’ll have to eat it all.” —Yes. It’s a waste to throw it away. “What did you bake?” —Oatmeal cookies and scones. But I don’t think I could ever sell these in a cafe for money…. Sigh.

, Ariv said teasingly "Why did you call me?", Cookie asked grumpily. "Ahmm! Do you have some food in your kitchen?", Ariv asked as he scratched his neck awkwardly. "Why?", Cookie asked confusedly. "I forgot to give food to her and I don't have time to cook. if I take food from here then Mumma will ask me thousands of questions", Ariv said and Cookie laughed. "Aunt Pashika and Bullet Trains are competitors", Cookie said and Ariv growled lowly in annoyance because she was mocking his lovely mother.

I smiled when I saw they had cookies, I loved oatmeal and was never able to find a place that made ones that I liked to eat. “Welcome.” A man behind the register said, with a big cheesy smile. “Are you interested in the cookies?” he asked seeing I was staring at them. “Uh yeah.” I sheepishly smiled. “Can I have a cappuccino as well?” I said pulling out my card. “Are you dining in, or no?” he said ringing up my order. “I wish I could.” I tucked my hair behind, “but I own the tea shop.” I half-smiled.

“Just a faint hint of sweetness. We kept it low on sugar.” Sia’s attention was then captured by another loaf that seemed to call her name. She pointed at it as excitement twinkled in her eyes. “And this one? It looks like it is going to steal my heart.” Anne chuckled. “Oh, that is our chocolate, coffee, hazelnut, and walnut creation. A little indulgent but still wholesome.” Sia’s enthusiasm bubbled over. “Can I take a small bite?” Anne laughed, already reaching for a knife. “Of course! Abella mentioned you might like this one.” She sliced off a piece and handed it to Sia, who took it eagerly.

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

A teenage waiter asks with a wide smile and I smile back. “Good evening Cody." I look at Dimitri and he has his king of the world face on. I'm sure he wouldn't respond so I go through the menu and respond “I would like to have some coconut and almond munchies, some chocolate covered pan cakes, some peanut butter cocoa cookies, chocolate almond fingers, three Italian biscotti, some mini pistachio and chocolate strudels, some of your indulgent chocolate squares and some flourless chocolate soufflé." When I look back up the waiter's eyes are wide open like saucers. I'm sure he doesn't think I can finish them all or maybe he does and he thinks I'm a pig. I'm just not sure what to choose and I wa