Novel & Cerita Caramel Arrow Cookie Fanart

There was something in his expression that made my heart ache. Love. Pure, uncomplicated love for both his daughter and the woman holding her. This was not the face of a man living a lie. This was not the face of someone involved in anything dark or dangerous. This was just Alessandro. The man who’d captured my heart before I’d learned to guard it. “Let’s see these cookies,” I said, letting Aria lead me toward the kitchen. “They have chocolate chips and sprinkles,” she announced proudly. “My favorite combination.” Mrs. Ciro appeared with a plate of misshapen but enthusiastic cookies.

"With me around, how could he possibly die young?" Carla took a bite of shrimp salad. "What's Sam even doing beside you if he can't even bite that man to death?" Aria stroked her head. "I made you a charm with a copper coin. Keep it with you from now on." Carla hummed in agreement, her face flushing. "I knew you cared about me the most." Even while eating, she didn't forget to take a photo of the coin and send it to their group chat on the dark web forum.

He only smiled. “Ah, Rio-chan. I hope you don’t mind. Haato-kun seems lonely in his room, so I take him here to bake. And look, he made something beautiful!” The elderly lady beside him gestured for the group to look at the counter where there were several flowers and leaves made from caramel. Rio giggled when Ishida showed her the flower caramel he had made, and that earned him another pat on the cheek. Just, this one wasn’t sticky. “Oh I didn’t know you have a knack for food art, Haato-kun.” Rio said, smiling warmly at him. “You are so full of surprises.”

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

“He’s had sugar, Scarlett. I blame you.” “I did not give him sugar.” “You’re the one who made and stored a bunch of cookies.” “Those were educational cookies,” I argue. “They’re shaped like dinosaurs.” Carter shoves something into the camera. “Auntie Dara bought me ice cream too!” “Dara,” I groan. She laughs. “What? He gave me those big eyes. I’m weak.” “You’re spoiling him.” “And you love me for it.” I smile softly. “I really do.”

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.

I half wonder if they are discussing some secret mission rather than making actual food. The scent of cookies wafts through the kitchen and Kara rushes to grab them out of the oven to stop them from burning. I mix my cream to sandwich in-between my cookies and some chocolate shavings. I place mine on the cooling rake and she does the same a proud smile on her face. They actually look pretty good, to be honest, and the look on Kara’s face I really hope we do win or she will be crushed.

The saleswoman pointed to the cookies in transparent plastic with designs of colorful trees, houses, seas, and shells in one pack. “I have free samples, ma’am.” The saleswoman showed me a transparent jar with cookies in it. “I’ll try one.” The saleswoman opened the jar, and I took the sea design, since my favorite color is blue. When I bit into the cookies, they were delicious. The colorful icing gives them sweetness, while the cookies themselves are not too sweet, so the sweetness is balanced. They are not so hard to bite that they hurt my teeth while I bite into them. “Can I have another one? I’ll let my companion taste it.” I said to the saleswoman. “He’ll pay for it.” I added in a whispe

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”