Ancient Cookies Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Running across the sand. Fair. With Adrian's shoe in his mouth. Reasonable. Proudly. God. Very proudly. Fair. Like he'd hunted it himself. Reasonable honestly. Then the chase began. God. Cookie ran. Fair. Adrian ran. Reasonable. Peanut ran. God. Then everybody else ran too. Fair. The entire beach. Reasonable honestly. Then Cookie turned it into a game. God. The worst possible outcome. Fair. Because puppies love games. Reasonable.

Once outside, they ran back to their house and the other box of cookies. They rushed in, followed by Murphy, to find Cookie trying to get to the box behind his wife. With their dad encouraging them, the girls grabbed the cookies and ran to their playroom upstairs. “Not fair!” Cookie laughed as he followed them upstairs. The other adults could hear him stomping down the hall. “Fee, fie, foe, fum! I smell those cookies! Gonna get me some!” There were lots of laughs and happy squeals coming from upstairs. “You married him.” Pagan teased.

Just another two hours on this road and I would reach the destination where The Run would take place. The Run has been around since the original pack was created. The first Alpha king and leader of all wolves around the world created this event when she wolves were created and in limited supplies to the population of werewolves. The species needed to survive and the strongest genes needed to be passed down, hence The Run and the claiming of a mate. After the success of the first run the tradition carried down. Something about taking a female by force seemed like the ultimate manly thing to do and during those time periods where the male had to be strong and their offspring stronger to surviv

, 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.

"We also love a challenge." Intarsia frowned at the number of cookies now in Agent's possession. Then he tapped the top of the tower holding the cookies and twice as many appeared. "That's better." "Protocol says you get to decide the asking order. Oh, and should you lie," Frog paused to munch on a giant pink and black cookie. "There will be dire consequences." Tarsi chuckled. "You should slam your tail again, Tricksy. That really could have used some thunder for effect."

I settled beside her, close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo…something floral and clean that made my pulse quicken despite the domestic tranquility of the moment. "So," I said to Caesar, who was watching me with curious eyes, "what other adventures have this muffin had?" "Oh!" Caesar perked up immediately. "One time he met a cookie who was sad because nobody wanted to eat him!" "Why didn't anyone want to eat the cookie?" I asked, genuinely curious now. "Because he was shaped funny," Caesar explained with the gravity of someone sharing state secrets. "Like a squiggly line instead of a circle." "That's terrible," I said seriously. "What did the muffin do?"

'Sir,' Miriam bowed, standing on her feet. 'Coco!' Cookie squealed, the Cookie I fell in love with. She jumped down from the table. I folded my arms, expecting something dramatic. 'Wait! Background music!' She frantically brought out her phone and typed on it. I rolled my eyes as she played a dramatic song. 'Now, I'm ready. Ahem,' she cleared her throat. 'Coco,' she called in slow motion and started running to me in slow motion. I laughed as she slowly ran to me, swinging her hands around weirdly. She finally got to me and threw herself on me. 'Coco, my love!' 'I can see you are back, the real not serious you,' I chuckled, wrapping my hands around her small waist.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.