Clover Cookie Run Novels & Stories

All the servants watched the fierce action between the two people who didn't stop riding for three hours. Logan's horse rebelled, Logan's body was thrown down on the sand. The horse he was riding ran away from him, while Asher got off his horse which was still safe, not making him uncomfortable at all. Although he admitted that Logan's riding speed was far greater and unmatched, but that would not make Asher just let go of Angel for Logan. "Asher!!" The sound of screams was heard loudly, Asher's head turned and saw Angel running towards the racetrack in pajamas wrapped in a long other.

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

I’d tried to ignore it, but the feeling kept pulling my attention toward the old rail spur at the back of the property. It was an instinct I couldn't shake. I forced myself up, walking past the designated sorting bins until I reached the edge of the restricted zone near the old mountain tracks. I knelt in the dirt, using my iron hook to clear the loose gravel away from a collapsed drainage culvert. The heavy labor was usually reserved for the older men because the risk of a structural collapse was constant near the old rail tunnels, but I kept digging. My mind kept wandering back to what Amira had told me before the morning whistle. The King of the capital and the five regional bosses were a

Clover hates eating late. As six o’clock approaches, there’s another knock. Clover steps in and her top layer of clothing is gone. Shes now sleeveless in a fitted shirt and flowing pants, just clean lines. She looks unreal. My mouth actually waters. “You ready?” she asks. “Yes,” I manage. We head to the garage. I open the door for her. “Oh,” she says, smiling. “I like this car.” “It’s a BMW SUV. I know you like them.”

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."

' She jerked. "Sure." He extended his hand to the back. "Where?" Clover hugged her knees close to her chest, trying her best to dodge his touch. She quickly grabbed her coat over before it attracted any attention. Anything bloody was very easy to cause unnecessary heed. Holding onto the slightest hope, she thought she would not get busted and that she would be able to get out like a talented secret agent. But everything came crashing down the next moment. "It's at the left end." 'Left end?!'

"So think carefully which way you would like to walk." "So you would rather make me your enemy?" Clover spat, her voice low but burning. "Good! I welcome it. Until now, I was ashamed of what I did, and I was reluctant to even look at you. But now," her palm slammed against the table, her body leaning forward with subtle arch, her eyes locked on his, "But now I feel nothing but relief. So here is my challenge, Mr. Hudson, try to drive me out of this town. And your precious nephew," Clover paused with a tug at the corner of her lips, "I will make sure to lessen The Torture I have planned for him."

) But they were—wrapped in each other's love—ready to face it, heads held high and fingers intertwined. ***** There's a garden, darling. At the far side with dark clouds overhead But I'll find you. —Anonymous **** END OF BOOK ONE ****

“Lilly. Zach is about five seconds from losing a limb.” “Don’t do it Jade, you can’t afford to be in the dungeon ” Lilly answered immediately. “I’m ready to set his chair on fire,” Tala added. “No one would even question it.” Jade took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. Focus. The next course—dessert—was ushered in like a grand finale: four selections, each more decadent than the last.

Let him stay unaware of the storm pressing its weight against our little word. A storm wearing a dark coat and snow-dusted boots. A stranger who should not have been here. My chest tightened. Strangers didn't belong here. Which meant last night wasn't an accident. --------------------- By seven the bakery was warm again. Heat from the ovens filling the air with the sweet scent of butter and sugar. The village woke slowly, like it always did, quiet and sleepy. Mr Rino hummed as he kneaded dough, flour dusting his beard like powdered snow.