Cinnamon Cookie Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The cafe is almost closed, Delice wrote a report while Sirius cleaned the coffee machine. "No Remus!" Delice replied, "can I go home a little bit sooner...?" Delice asked permission to go straight home at Cafe closing hours. "Alright, I and Sirius also have to go home early too!" "Huh ...? Why Remus?" Said Sirius confused. He got no idea what his cousin meant. "To Campus Sirius, the mission.. finding a human wife!" "Ah yeah Boss ..!" Sirius said excitedly. "Good luck, hope you can catch one beautiful girl, good-bye ..." Delice said with a faint smile.

It seems like I am officially the house's errand girl for as long a duration as Mom pleases, maybe I shouldn’t have skipped school after all, I’m normally not one to regret my decisions but the punishment seriously does not fit the crime here. After picking up all the things on the list, I decided to get a treat for myself. I searched for my favorite snack, a chocolate and coconut flakes cookie. As I came across the shelf where the cookie was supposed to be stocked I found it empty. I didn't give up though, I rummaged through the entire shelf and neighboring snack baskets until I came across an old pack. It may have been old and dusty and squeezed but it was still my chocolate coconut cookie

After twenty minutes of riding, Cassie reaches her lovely workplace. The pastry is designed with golden and pink tones, just like her room at home. It makes her like the place quickly, other than the unique experience it promises for her future career. After entering the main area, she sees young intern Ellie putting canistrelli cookies in the showcase. However, it was Cassie’s task for today. She doesn’t understand why the French girl is doing this instead of being busy with the croissants.

I told her with a grin as I placed the plate and much on her desk. "Did you just make these?" she marvelled as she leaned down to smell the freshly baked cinnamon cookies. "Yep. Enjoy and I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled at her before leaving the office and down the hall towards the exit of the elementary division. "Ah! Guardian Wilson." I smiled sweetly at him as I approached the small gate. "You're Valentine right?" he smiled back at me as he saw me walk over. "I thought that you could probably do with something nice to keep you going until the end of your shift so I hope you like these. The cookies are cinnamon and inside the flask is hot chocolate with a hint of coffee."

his mother broke the contemplative silence, "I think we've had enough heavy conversation for one day. How about something lighter?" She rose and opened a cabinet, pulling out a large tin filled with cookies. "These are my famous chocolate chip cookies," she said, offering the container to us. "Nothing solves life's problems like homemade cookies." As Clay eagerly grabbed a cookie, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, if this is part of the Luna training program, count me in." He winked at me as he took a satisfying bite, the chocolate melting and mixing with the emotions that colored the moment. "Trust me, the perks are one of the best parts."

I kept shouting at Carter through our mind link when he blocked me out I whimper, I want the cookie, give me a cookie, I’m a good girl, good girls get treats, mine, mine, mine ‘Okay girl stay still’ Carter said then threw me the cookie, I jumped to get it but Cosmo smashed on my chest and we both hit the ground. Getting up I growl at him, ‘My cookie!’ I tell him furiously, when he starts searching for my cookie, when I start to look Benjamin had taken it from the air, ‘he took my cookie!’ Shouted Cosmo, I snapped at him trying to bite his paw but he flinched back, there we heard Benjamin laugh at us, my ears perked when Cosmo linked ‘I bite his behind you eat a cookie, I get new cookie soon,

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.