Affogato Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

“What?” “Did you not hear a word of what we were talking about?” Kiara asked, her dark eyes narrowing on me. “Tell me, you’re not dreaming about Cole when we all are here?” “Yeah. That would be so rude.” Scarlett added. “But, I’ll forgive you if you have something like ice cream or pastries?” “I have homemade cookies, if you want.” I offered. “Who made them?” Kiara asked, “Cole?” I shook my head. “No. I did. I watched the tutorial on yóutûbe.”

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

“People are raving about it!” “That’s fantastic! You hear that, Anton? Your tiramisu is a hit!” “Merde,” Anton huffs as he wipes his brow with the back of his wrist. “I can hardly keep up. Who knew!” I let out a soft sigh and turn to Chloe. “Chloe, try to push a different dessert for a little bit. Recommend the peach cobbler instead.” Chloe nods, but I can see the worry in her eyes. “I’ll try,” she says, “but people are seeing other people eating it and they’re getting FOMO. I can only do so much.”

“Are you kidding? Lettuce, roasted peppers, olives, anchovies, and cheese mainly. Then on the dessert table we have Baci DiDama, which are hazelnut meringue sandwiches filled with chocolate. We have cherry- almond star cookies, and pignoli—those are pine nut cookies. My aunt Lily makes a mean rainbow cookie with an almond filling, even though she’s not Italian. And of course you’ll find some cannoli and various fruits.” Clint went into a sort of trance. No doubt he was lost inside holiday memories that Genevieve eve couldn’t pretend to understand. After dinner they went through the rest of the questionnaire. She knew all the answers. She’d read them over and over, the threat of the dungeon h

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.

Although it's winter, the temperature is surprisingly pleasant, warmer than in Florence. “Two hot cocoas, please. And two pieces of Castagnaccio.” Lisette asks the waitress, without looking at the menu. The woman quickly walks away. “You'll love the hot cocoa here! And the pie? Ah, I've missed it so much!” She says to Eleonor.

out.The next thing that happens catches me off guard. “Ah". I scream but it comes out gurgled.Adrian pulls my tongue harder and I his arm to make him let go of it but he doesn't budge. My eyes dart to Annalia and Mariquita but they are smiling, they are not even making an attempt to help me. I give them a look that says “Help” but they just shrug their shoulders.I'm about to give Adrian a pleading look and then my saviour arrives. “Let go of her tongue Adrian or you are not getting any of these pastries". I hear Matteo's voice from behind me. “Ah come on". Adrian gives a sign of disapproval but still let's go of my tongue and then wipes off his fingers on my top. “You are an idiot". I say a

I was both shocked and in awe at the luxury and how the entire thing seemed so posh and easy! After she left, we scanned through our menus, then scoffed when he said he’d have an affogato only. Since I was here to listen to the side of his story and well, get a little bit spoiled, I went extra. A piece of red velvet cake and a cold machiatto. We completed the order as instructed, then waited over a pleasant conversation because apparently, he couldn’t talk before having a sip of his coffee. I didn’t mind waiting. The orders were delivered, and I waited no time devouring my little treat.

Even Charlie ran to snatch one. “Hey! Charlie, don’t think I don’t know you already ate an entire tray!” Adrian scolded, all while also joining the cookie heist! While everyone enjoyed their unfair share of cookies, they all complimented the flavor. “The pistachio is the perfect match,” Riley muttered. “No wonder my husband didn’t want to share.” “I absolutely loved the cookie dough,” Freya remarked. “It went so well with the crunchiness of the nuts!” “Love it, dude! Love it!” Kian said while chewing down his last piece. “You gotta sell these at your farm’s shop.”

“Still hasn’t arrived. And now, I’m craving it so badly it’s driving me insane.” Arden chuckled softly. “Cookies? All this gloom over cookies?” Asher looked up at him with mock seriousness. “You don’t understand. It’s not just cookies. They were special. Chocolate chip with almond bits. Perfectly crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside—” “Okay, okay,” Arden said, raising his hands in surrender, laughing. “You’re making me crave them too.” Asher sighed dramatically, falling back on the bed. “I hate waiting.”