Cinnamon Cookie Cookie Run Novels & Stories

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.

I said, my voice muffled through my mouth. “Oh, let me not forget to tell you this. There was a betting pool, too, you know,” Bianca said, “We all had bets on how long you'd survive after eating the cookies.” Then she paused dramatically, “Guess who bet on you surviving the shortest?” Her eyes darted to Jordan and her lips curved into a sly smirk, “It really is the ones we least expect isn't it?” “Listen it's- I can explain.” He tried to say, his hands reached out to me, but I flinched away from him.

Damon said, leaning back on his elbows, “are we winning the ‘best day ever’ competition yet?” Max looked up from his rock tower and beamed, that gap in his teeth on prominent display. “Maybe if we can have dessert.” Damon laughed and reached into the picnic basket. “You drive a hard bargain, kid.” He pulled out a container of chocolate chip cookies, and Max’s face lit up. “Now it’s the best day,” he said, abandoning his rocks to grab a cookie. Jane stirred at the mention of dessert. “Cookie?” she slurred. Chuckling, I smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Yes, love. Uncle Damon brought cookies.”

I call out as Max and I head inside. We’re barely through the front door when I catch it. A scent so sweet it smacks me straight in the face — caramel, coconut, and warm cookies fresh out of the oven. My mouth waters. My knees damn near buckle. Sphinx is howling like a rabid lunatic in my mind, practically clawing at the walls. And before I know what I’m doing, I’m sprinting down the hallway, chasing that scent like my life depends on it.

Keeping her senses alert, she looked around for any sign of a wolf, and when she saw none, she decided to take the next big run. The distance between where she stood and the place she needed to run to, was a few miles away, and to get there, she had to be fast. Two minutes max, and the guard on the night shift would be replaced. Irish ran as fast as her legs could carry her as her wavy hair swept back in the direction of the wind. Her heartbeat increased as she ran with legs that almost touched the back of her head but she was past caring. On getting there, there was only one more leap left for her, and she would escape the mansion.

She springs her energetic self at me on the bed. I do my best to catch her and embrace her in a warm hug. “How are you, Cookie?” I ask with a smile. “Excited,” she cries out. “Come with me. Big bro and Henry want to race along the tracks.” I turn my face to the window and a smile curls my lips. “Alright, Cookie,” I smile and climb down the bed. I brush and then change into one of Rowan's black sweatpants. It's long enough to reach my toes so I pull it up to my stomach.

As they run past us, while Damian yells out over his shoulder, “Last one to the car is a rotten egg!” Lizzy stops dead in her tracks, crossing her arms over her chest, as she puts on her best pouty face, before she lets the tears begin to flow from her eyes, as she cries out, “I don’t want to be a rotten egg.” Ms. Caroline and I both give each other a look before she yells out, “Boys I made cookies.” Stopping them dead in their tracks, making them turn to run to her, as Lizzy turns giving Ms. Caroline a mischievous smile, before she wiped her tears away, and ran towards the front door, disappearing through it.

~ CARAMEL'S POV The game we played with Blaze resting inside was called Corner run and I was the one in charge of it. It was a chasing game. One team was to start in one corner of a court and the other team was to start in one corner of the court furthest away. The goal was to catch one member of the other team by chasing them around the outside of the courts. And we set the time limit to 5 minutes.

The gingerbread man was gone. In its place was a pile of fine, black powder that stank of mold and rotting meat. I almost threw up. I ran back to my room and typed a message to NocturneNotes with trembling fingers: The cookie is gone! It turned into black powder, and it’s moving! What the hell is this?! The reply was almost instantaneous: Add me on Discord. Now. We need to voice chat. I immediately opened Discord and searched for the user. I sent a friend request.

I said, and Mrs Kowalski cleared her throat from the doorway where she was pretending to read a magazine. We cut the cookies into shapes, and Lily wanted stars and hearts and dinosaurs, and Rook wanted hockey sticks, and I told him that we did not have a hockey stick cutter, and he said that we should buy one. Lily cut a cookie that was supposed to be a star but looked like a blob, and she said that it was Daddy, and Rook said that it looked exactly like him before coffee.