Cinnamon Cookie Run Novels & Stories

isn't that what Lee had always called her? Cinnamon buns from the corner bakery were as decadent as any gateaux. Each one was as large as a side plate with gooey cinnamon filling. Cream cheese icing covered the golden tops so heavily that it was tough to take a bite without getting an icing moustache. Every morning around ten saw Eve walking to buy just one bun. If it wasn't fresh baked she felt cheated somehow; only with it being decked to the nines with cream and sugar could she resist treats for the rest of the day. When the baker saw her cross the threshold of the store he picked up the bun he'd been saving just for her. "Eve!" he would say, "this one is a monster! I've never seen a cinn

CHAPTER FOUR -ANTONIO- It was now late into the night, almost midnight, and the celebration was coming to its last event; the Run. The Run was an age-old royal tradition. It was a game, a chase under the dance of moonlight. Only the King and Queen's children were allowed to participate in the event. Whichever of the royal offspring reached the age of maturity would have to compete against their older siblings. This would demonstrate the royal's skills and formally initiate them into the competition for becoming the future ruler of the Lycan Empire. Tonight, under the moon, Alina would prove her worth as the princess of the Lycan Empire.

Then came the cinnamon, warm and earthy. When the first trays of lemon-cinnamon rolls went into the oven, Amora leaned against the counter and waited. Slowly, the scent began to drift. It snaked out of the kitchen, through the open front door, and onto the sidewalk of Norwood Green. It was a magnetic smell—sweet, spicy, and full of home. Amora was busy wiping down the marble slab when she heard the bell above the door chime. She looked up, surprised. The "Open" sign wasn't even up yet.

The thunderous sound that came from the nearly 700 sets of paws pounding the earth was exhilarating. When I turned to lead us back to the barbeque the moon was just hitting its apex. At that moment I am overwhelmed with the most intoxicating scent of vanilla and cinnamon. Shammus started going crazy in our shared thoughts, I had to fight to control him to complete the run with our pack. ‘Shammus as soon as we’re done, we will figure out where the scent is coming from, I promise.’ I told him. He dug in and ran harder towards our destination screaming one word over and over again, ‘MATE!’

I carefully took out the cookies; luckily, I made twenty-four. I got out three plates for Cassidy and her two friends and poured them each a glass of milk. As I put the cookies on their plates, I could hear them running over. "Wow, Lenora, they smell amazing!" Cassidy said, climbing up on the seat. "Thank you, Cassidy! I hope that they taste as good as they smell," I said, helping the two other children get up on the seats.

Lucien asked like I was a dumb kid who struggles with remembering things. “Sienna Whitmore. Daughter of Alpha Ronan Whitmore of Shadow Fang Pack. I am allergic to nuts. I love the color green. I grew up without a mother. I am sickly and frail,” I started coughing, the kind of cough that scratches my throat to showcase my acting skills. “Sickly and frail not dying, stupid!” he said, smugly. I gave my all for that cough and he didn’t even appreciate it. I cleared my throat and bent my back a little.

Leaving aside whether this so-called terminal illness was even real, over the past few days, the Rosses and the Costellos had joined forces to hire the world’s top medical team and develop the most expensive treatments for Alyssa. Even if it were truly terminal, it should have been cured by now. This was nothing more than an excuse to forgive Alyssa for running away from the wedding all those years ago with a clear conscience. Seeing my silence, their anger only intensified. Elio issued a direct order. “Bring her along, too! No matter what it takes, she must convince Alyssa to come back today.” I was roughly thrown into the car before the vehicle sped all the way toward the bridge.

The pack erupted in cheers and applause, and Adrien smiled, his eyes shining with happiness and we shared a tender kiss As the ceremony came to a close, Elder Matthew announced, "And now, it is time for the traditional Luna Run! Our new Luna, Luna Vanessa, will lead the females of our pack in a celebration of strength, unity, and new beginnings." The females of the pack cheered and began to gather around me. I was to lead and right behind me would be the female beta and the female gamma before the rest of the packs follow. Since I didn't have my wolf, Susan had volunteered to carry me on her back for the run when we found out about the custom two weeks ago. We were about to start organizing

Since Cortland has about six runs ahead of him, his friends Stacy, Cadee, and I go to get a seat to watch his run. The announcer announces Cortand's name and signals the start of his run, and he and his horse swiftly enter the arena. With a quick right-hand turn followed by two turns to the left, the three of us girls cheer him on as he races towards the finish line. His run is executed flawlessly, and he clocks in at a time of 16.901 seconds, setting a new benchmark for the other competitors to surpass.

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.