Almond Cookie Run Novels & Stories

I didn’t quite catch it before it drove out of sight. Things slowly began to calm down, so I got ahold of my buddy Andrew to make sure he was okay. He’d already been outside when the fire alarm went off, so he wasn’t really in danger in the first place. When I learned that everything was clear and there was nothing I could do to help, I went back to my little pickup and pulled up a search engine on my phone. I typed in all sorts of variations of “bakery” and “Kringle” until I was certain I found the one–Kris Kringle’s Cookies. It was in the next town over, Noel. I’d been there once or twice, but it was too far for this time of night considering nobody would be there at… nearly two AM.

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.

Caden asks as he sits up, his voice gruff with sleep as he rubs his eyes. “Yes. Most of the traps are in the middle with some being deadly. There are also the Fae to consider and the lake.” Amelia answers this time and I smile. We both have decided long ago we would take the longer path around the edges of the forest after coming to the river. Whether that means we meet with each other or not, the edge of the Goddess’ forest is the best path for those not wanting to be claimed while also making it to the lodge at minimum six days. Since tonight is the third night of The Run, we still have four more nights of the moon being blue. Meaning I have four more nights to make it to the lodge unmated

I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep. I hear Alvar’s footsteps approach and stop in front of me. It’s strange how he hasn’t said a word today. I feel him take the remote. “Drip.” The TV is on. I hear it play: [(intense music playing) “Coming up next for you on the prime time show:” (rhythmic drum beat) “Alpha’s Runaway Bride!!!”] “Alpha’s Runaway Bride?” I hear Alvar ask through gritted teeth.

“He has been very persistent to want you and Rune back to his castle. He must be feeling very lonely in his castle. He must want you back very badly, Adrienne.” Adrienne only listened to her friend as they enjoyed the late afternoon tea with all the apple recipes on the table. Rune was obliviously enjoying his sweet endlessly. She even made a strawberry apple pie which Rune had developed a deep liking. “Why don’t you return to him?” Nimue asked as she forked an apple cobbler from her plate and put it in her mouth. “I’ll think about, Nimue,” said Adrienne in a non-committal voice. She had grown tired and beyond exasperated with Alaric’s unusual antics this entire month. If she was going to ge