Almond Cookie X Roguefort Cookie Novels & Stories

It also included that one almond cake that my aunt brought back from India , I only had it once but I fell in love with it instantly . I didn't know how they made it but that chocolatey chewy layer filled with oreo biscuits and some sweet almond paste or something made my heart swoon . It was really hard to throw the box away . But the thing that actually tested my patience came today . I stared at my locker and felt a sob lodged in my throat. I couldn't , I just could not throw them away .

Keeping my head down, I try to ignore the footsteps that are quickly approaching me from behind. "Hey!" The voice growls again. "I am talking to you." "Not interested buddy," I say over my shoulder, and I get a good look at the man coming up from behind me. His scent hits my nose and I spit out the word "rogue." "Now what would you know about that, Pretty Lady." His breath is right next to my ear, and I let out a shutter of disgust. "Just leave me alone. I am trying to get home," I lie. Rolling my eyes as he reaches out a hand and tries to rest it on the small of my back. Arching my back away from him, I barely avoid his touch.

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

My cookie, adorned with a somewhat lopsided heart, hadn't turned out as I'd hoped. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad," I muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. Amy, still chuckling, offered a playful verdict. "You know what? You can eat this cookie. I'm sorry, Raven, but I don't think we can save it at this point." I frowned at my culinary mishap but complied, taking a bite of the cookie in question. The moment it touched my taste buds, my frown disappeared. These cookies were nothing short of a culinary masterpiece, balancing crunchiness, softness, and a symphony of flavors.

Seyric definitely had his way of handling things like that because he flicked on a lighter out of nowhere and held it up for the rogue to see. “That knife may not hurt you as it is but if I take it...” He pulled the knife out of his lap and the rogue screamed again, sweating profusely. “...and put it in this..” he let the flame of the lighter heat up the knife, maintaining eye contact with the rogue. He approached the rogue again but the bleeding man was already begging for mercy. “It was an Alpha! I don't know his name but he approached our leader not long ago. All I know is that the Alpha wants the Luna and her children dead at all costs.”

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

**** Phoenix The meeting was finally over and I couldn't wait to go back home. All they talked about was about some rogue that had been violating the rules by running in and out of packs without permission. As much as hate rogues, I feel extremely sorry for this one because once it's caught, it's going to be put to death. My beta reported five rogue cases to me three days ago. He said that he had taken care of four, but the last one was a serious pain in the ass and he wasn't sure how long he was going to restrain himself from strangling it to death.

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

Besides, it was satisfying when their heart bursts and they burn from the inside and dissolve into flakes and then into nothingness. I was making my way out of the alley when some drunkard slouched against the wall caught my attention. “Some coins, please,” he said and shook an empty tin can my way. Humans, I thought. Weren’t they so pathetic at times? I passed by him, but the following words out of his mouth made me stop dead in my tracks. “Isn’t it The Halfling Princess?” I whipped around, and I was crouching and had him by his collar in a second. “What did you say?” I asked, looking deep into his dilated eyes.

Apollo had sent letters to all the packs that I was his wife and the future Luna of the Black Moon pack. No one heard of where Rita was, but I knew at the back of my mind that she was hiding somewhere in the shadows. The last we heard about her was that she was freed from the prison and was now a rogue. I pitied her. She was driven by her jealousy and fake prestige to the extent that she had gone to the level of kidnapping me and trying to kill me after Apollo had announced everyone that I was his mate.