Cinnamon Cookie Run Novels & Stories

I chuckled softly, almost to myself. Demetria’s eyes softened. “Guess I did something right then.” “More than right,” I murmured, taking a bite. The taste was perfect, crisp edges, soft center, just the right sweetness. I couldn’t stop the small hum that escaped my throat. “Damn, Wildfire. You’ve just ruined every other cookie for me.” She laughed. “It’s literally cinnamon and butter, Marion.” “Yeah,” I said, picking up another and breaking off a piece. “Heavenly cinnamon and butter.”

Antonio whispered, his breath hot against Marco’s mouth, his eyes filled with lust. He reached down and groped Marcos, eliciting a moan from him. Marco grabbed his shoulders and deepened the kisses As their tongues clashed, Antonio’s whiskey-tinted mouth intoxicated Marco further. The taste of alcohol mixed with his unique sweetness clouded his senses. As Antonio leaned forward, Marco took off his pants and undid the zipper. His face remained poised over him, breathing heavily. Antonio’s cock broke out, huge, veiny and loaded as it rubbed against Marco’s flushed face. Their lips crashed once more–hard, heated, stealing the breath from each other’s lungs.

She let that hang and watched as bodies shifted, an appetite stirring for story. Remy smiled and filled the pause with the easy rumor of good news. “We’re marking the season. A proper pack run—old roads, new faces. And a celebration after: food enough to slow a coyote’s feet and music to match.” His laugh pulled at the corners of the room; even the hunters, who liked their business quick and loud, nodded. “We’ll start the run at first light in three days. The celebration follows that night.” Tiny hands pounded on the table and someone called for music. Mircea, who could coax a tune from anything with a string, stood and tuned; the children began to plan mischief and relatives traded recipes.

A lot was going on around us on our way there—banners were being set, bottles of water were being arranged on tables, and much more. The Annual Run is basically for werewolves who have recently shifted. They partake in a run with different obstacles, along with the Alpha and the Luna. Everyone was set and ready to begin. Food was being prepared for afterward, mothers were hyping their children participating in the run, and those who weren’t involved were just hanging around while the children ran about. It was a really happy event, where everyone came together to witness the next set of werewolves joining the pack. Cleo and I walked and stood among the various people. The run would only begi

I knew it would help keep the guys calm, but the peach cobbler and ice cream would help keep their brains working for the alliance agreement. I got up so early to be able to bake the cinnamon rolls that I had started the night before. After taking a shower and getting dressed, I went to the kitchen, started preheating the oven and took the baking sheets of cinnamon rolls out of the refrigerator and put them on top of the stove for their second rise. I let them rise while the oven preheated and drank coffee for thirty minutes. When they had risen enough, I put them in the oven. While they were in the oven, I made the icing to put on top of them when they were done. I called Luna Jessie and a

Once outside, they ran back to their house and the other box of cookies. They rushed in, followed by Murphy, to find Cookie trying to get to the box behind his wife. With their dad encouraging them, the girls grabbed the cookies and ran to their playroom upstairs. “Not fair!” Cookie laughed as he followed them upstairs. The other adults could hear him stomping down the hall. “Fee, fie, foe, fum! I smell those cookies! Gonna get me some!” There were lots of laughs and happy squeals coming from upstairs. “You married him.” Pagan teased.

I didn’t quite catch it before it drove out of sight. Things slowly began to calm down, so I got ahold of my buddy Andrew to make sure he was okay. He’d already been outside when the fire alarm went off, so he wasn’t really in danger in the first place. When I learned that everything was clear and there was nothing I could do to help, I went back to my little pickup and pulled up a search engine on my phone. I typed in all sorts of variations of “bakery” and “Kringle” until I was certain I found the one–Kris Kringle’s Cookies. It was in the next town over, Noel. I’d been there once or twice, but it was too far for this time of night considering nobody would be there at… nearly two AM.

I got home from work feeling motivated and energized to get my plans done, it was going to be the night of the great turnaround and I was ready to follow the tide, I took total control of the night by fixing an indoor date and filled it up with activities that will get the three of us actively involved, especially Amihan and Derrick. The first thing I did was to go straight to the kitchen to bake some cookies... the flavor Amihan, Derrick, and I used to bake together, I wanted to recreate some memories from the past, I knew that for me to achieve my aim, I had to intricately weave everything together and set the atmosphere I needed for it to come to pass, the cookies were going to serve as a

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.”

I was done running. POV Lee "FUCK!" I spat as we ran through the forest. Dean and Devon were on either side of me. We were surrounded by the warriors from all our packs along with the Alphas. We were a huge force and there was no way that the hunters or Sam's warriors would win against us. There was no other option. "What?" Devon demanded. "Your sister is so damn stubborn." I spat back. Both Dean and Devon slowed but I shook my head at them. "Don't stop. The ceremony begins in less than an hour. We don't have time." I ordered them both.