Almond Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

Caramel was a snitcher and Macchiato was her accomplice. Whereas, Latte was completely different from them. She was the one who forced Shadow to drink the poison every week. Her position was rather higher than Caramel and Macchiato. Luckily, none of them knew except Shadow. That’s because Shadow was her direct victim. Every week, her remorseless eyes dug deeper into Latte as if to warn her to mind her back. As if telling Latte that Shadow would return with an evil smirk and claimed the debt. And Latte fear was legit.

she answered. “Okay. How about the bread?” he asked. “...pork floss bun for me. What about you?” She tilted her head up to look at him, and he slightly bent down so they were at eye level. “I love Spanish lattes and almond croissants.” “Nice choice. I think I’ll get a Spanish latte too,” he said. “Anything else?” “Hmm, make the almond croissants two,” she replied. When it was their turn, they ordered everything and even added a few more pastries. “You eat a lot too, huh?” he teased with a grin.

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

Irene said to Adam. Adam nodded slowly, then lifted a cup of latte that Irene had ordered for him and began sipping it. "Wow, I didn't expect the latte at this shop to be so good," Irene stated after successfully sipping a cup of latte. Adam, who had also managed to sip his latte, nodded with a smile, "Yes, a latte is one of their best-seller drinks." Irene began to fold her arms while smiling at Adam. "So, what do you want to talk to me about?" Irene inquired.

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

On the prep table, I had three options laid out: Mini lemon meringue tartlets — light, airy, and bright enough to awaken the palate. Almond shortbread cookies — buttery, delicate, with just enough crumble to melt on the tongue. Dark chocolate raspberry cake bites — rich but bite-sized, indulgent without being overwhelming. Cinnamon sugar cookies — warm, fragrant, and comforting; a classic addition. Each one had been tested, tweaked, and retested, but still, I found myself fussing over them. Adjusting the height of the meringue peaks. Checking the snap of the shortbread. Making sure the ganache glistened just right under the lights.

It leads to the backyard, and when I get there Lucas and Theo are sitting at the table, each with a margarita. “What did Camille send!?” Lucas asks the second he sees what’s in my hands. “Pumpkin snickerdoodles.” “In May!?” Lucas’ eyes widen. “That’s what I said. Apparently, it’s because we graduated.” “Give it up,” Lucas says holding his hands out. “Keep them away from me,” Theo says. “Every time your mom sends a batch of something, I end up five pounds heavier.” “Who said I was sharing?” Lucas jokes as he lifts the plastic. “Margaritas and pumpkin cookies, we’re kind of mixing vibes here.” “Who cares?” Lucas says through a mouthful.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, inhaling deeply. “Fine. I’ll make more.” Cam glances between us. “Uh, yeah, about that… They’re already demanding the Liam Special.” I blink. “The what?” “The Liam Special,” Liam repeats, looking way too pleased. “It’s my own twist on your croissants. Extra flaky, just the right amount of butter, and a hint of vanilla.” I gape at him. “You remade my croissants?”

“Hello, how can I help you?” “I’d like a venti, quad ristretto, half-decaf, iced cappuccino, extra hot, with almond milk, a dollop of traditional macchiato foam, fifteen pumps of sugar-free vanilla, and a double-blended layer of vanilla sweet cream cold foam on top, with a rim of dark caramel drizzle.” My ears cringed with every word he spoke, and I turned to my coworker, but she shook her head. “Sir, would you like anything else?”