Cinnamon Cookie Run Novels & Stories

If the bond holds under instinct—under chase, under terrain, under hunger—it is recognized as unbreakable. No ceremony inside stone walls can replicate that. Europe would be watching Vienna. But Montenegro would be watching us. Derek announced the Run at council with calm authority. No theatrics. No indulgence. A formal declaration entered into the pack record. The date set for the next full moon. There were no objections. If anything, there was relief. Tradition steadies wolves when politics shifts. Preparation began immediately. The Run is not a race. It is a test of synchronization. Three wolves must move as one across nearly thirty kilometers of uneven terrain—forest, ridge, river crossi

Cara stumbles backwards away from me, as if stung by a horde of vicious bees, her lips trembling slightly as more tears wet down her face. That first night she kissed me, that first time, I fucking felt alive. Resurrected. Like something dead in me sprung back to life. Now, I can't help but feel that I have just ruined that happy memory. I keep ruining everything. Coward. You are a fucking coward Dane. Our pack is at least a twenty-minute run from White Moon, our neighboring pack. I know I will regret the next decision I am about to make for the rest of my miserable, fucking life.

“But we have to register!” Charles pulled out a pair of plastic bands. “I already did. We have some time. They’ll make a call soon.” “Then, we should pick out cookies!” Charles carried her back towards the display. All the joy that should have been in her voice was back as she and Charles debated about which cookies to pick out. They settled on an assortment before the loudspeaker came on. “The Daddy-Daughter Cookie Decoration Competition starts in fifteen minutes. If you haven’t registered, please make your way to the registration desk. If you have, please make your way to the main hall to get your kits and claim your spots!”

That I went to get my dick sucked by a man even though I have a girlfriend… which was so many sins in one sentence. I’m so doomed. I thought fearfully as I followed Chris as fast as I could, taking large footsteps along with him before finally coming to a stop and heaving a deep breath to stop myself from retching in disgust at myself. I watched as Chris glanced around countless times, a few people were passing by but barely paid us any attention. He placed the bomb in the middle of the road and glanced around from side to side again before taking a few steps away from the bomb and screaming to my horror.

I would have to make sure to say far away from them, seeing how I did not know what they did. Mr. Griffen stood in front of us as we stood at the starting line. With a cocky smirk on his face. He looked right at me as he spoke to the group of "newbies," as he called us. I smiled right back at him. "All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the o

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.

I wake up to this delicious scent. It reminds me of my mother's cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. I leave my bedroom and walk downstairs without even looking at my hair or my pajamas. The smell is divine so I follow it in a daze. As I enter the kitchen I see Dante in there and oh my goodness, it is cinnamon rolls! He even made bacon to go with them. Then, just as I get ready to attack the cinnamon goodness, another scent hits me. It went along with the cinnamon rolls so well that at first I did not notice it. It has a slight vanilla and cinnamon swirl smell, kind of similar to a snickerdoodle cookie. As soon as I register this scent, I look up at Dante with my eyes wide. The smell is com

“I can’t wait until you find your mate, I will enjoy watching you go crazy.” “That is never going to happen,” Cameron said as he got up to leave. “I am destined to be alone and I am enjoying every minute of it.” He left the room, leaving me to do all the paperwork by myself. I just shook my head and started to work. ***** The week was full of excitement, word got out that the run was going to take place around the lake. Many who hadn’t gone on the run before decided to join in, the numbers of the runners grew to an all time high. The run was adjusted to accommodate everyone. The adjustments also helped out with the security for Kate which made me very happy. I know how Jaxson thinks, so the

Camilla was a big spender. They had only been in the store for less than an hour, and Kyle’s sister had taken more things than she needed. Camilla pushed a stroll beside Hana while she held onto her basket. There was only a pack of tampons there. She didn’t want to overindulge herself. Camilla looked at Hana’s basket and emptied some of the chocolates into it. Hana tried to protest, but the lady gave her the famous McKenna look.