Chili Pepper Cookie Run Novels & Stories

“Here. Taste it. When you return to your room, I'm afraid you still won't eat anything. So eat a few pieces of this to calm my mind, hmm?” Sashal glares at the cookies. They are chocolate cookies with sesame seed caps. Not a combination one would find at Southern Olf. Indicating that his mother may have made this, or at least, it was cookies specialized in Northern. It was something valuable that shouldn't be given to a random person if he even kept it in his jacket. And yet, he offered it to Sashal? Everything Rohan did to Sashal made her even more annoyed. She felt her stomach drop. She couldn't bear it anymore and cried out.

He grabbed two, and walked back to the couch, he placed one in his mouth and threw the other at Sally to catch. I extended it toward Chase, "Do you want?" He reached and took one, "If you made them, of course I want." I smiled wholeheartedly as he took the first bite, but my smile was long gone when Conner said, "Ew, Lilly what the hell is this?" He said in disgust, taking a napkin and spitting the cookie into it, "Gosh, this is so terrible." He added, throwing the napkin and the rest of my poor cookie into the trash.

“Sniff the pizza. See if you can figure out what she put on it.” “If it’s Clem, it’ll be a ghost pepper.” He rolled his eyes, and I smirked. “I’m trying to help you hone your senses. See if you can smell it out on the pizza.” “Nope. I’m just planning on avoiding that thing. The chili is already making my eyes water. She definitely has no wolf. That shit burns! No wolf can handle that!” “Really?” Dad challenged with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Clem. A large slice, please.” I smiled and dolled him a hefty portion.

"What do you mean she ran away?" Damon pressed the phone to his ear, his eyes blazing but the sound of his voice as calm as ever. "Capo, she cut herself, and I..." "You had just one job; take her to the manor." "Capo I..." "Find her, George; you have twenty-four hours," he ended the call, glaring at the wall and finally up to the painting sitting pretty yet wild. And she just kept testing him. ***********

He asked with forcing a smile. "No." Cecilia shook her head. Feeling useless because she didn't know how to console him. Then, both of them drowning into their mind. Suddenly, Max raised his head and his nose sniffing, “Chili, I think your cookies is burnt."

"It's been so long since we did this, Ava." I smiled, squeezing his hand gently. "I know, Liam. I've missed hanging out with you like this. It’s good to get away from everything for a bit, isn’t it?" He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes darting from one storefront to the next as we passed by. "I remember the last time we went, you got that weird flavor. What was it again? Something with chocolate and… pepper?" "Chocolate chili," I laughed. "It’s not that weird. You should try it this time. It might surprise you."

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

"Is it a chocolate cookie?" "Yes. It's the chocolate cookie. The one we have in the afternoon." "It's delicious." "Yes. It's so delicious." Irine smiled meaningfully at Cherry before starting to walk away. "Let's go, Cherry. Luke and El don't like cookies anymore." It was clearly impossible because the cookie was like a dream food for pups. They loved the sweetness, chocolate, and the crunchiness. Even adults loved it too. But Irene's trick worked. The boys began following her steps.

But with each bite, another appetite grows within me. When she has swallowed her last spoonful of soup, I set down the bowl. My hand, still warm from the vessel, comes to rest on her cheek. I turn her face toward mine. — You have a crumb, I say, my voice low. It's not true. I lower my head and capture her lips. Célia

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