Cookie Lyons Empire Novels & Stories

The upscale cafe screams serenity and the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies, cocoa mint and coffee permeates the air. Lyon raises his hand for easy recognition as Cordelia's eyes scan the tables. She makes her way towards him, a hum of quiet conversations and clinking of coffee mugs in the background. “Right on time, Cordelia.” Lyon remarks with a mischievous smirk on his face. He gestures for her to sit with a nod. Cordelia sits and immediately gets to the point, skipping pleasantries. “What did you find?” Lyon shakes his head, gauging her with his eyes. “Impatient as ever.”

Elodia wrapped her arms tightly around Torren's neck, leaning into his kiss as a smug sense of victory washed over her. "Let her rot in the snow," Elodia whispered against his mouth, her voice filled with dark triumph. "You are the Alpha of the Blood-Fang pack now, and I am your Luna. We have everything we ever wanted." Torren grinned, tightening his grip on her waist, thoroughly convinced that Vaelira was currently starving, weeping, and broken somewhere in the frozen wilderness. Neither of them had any idea that thirty miles to the north, inside the grand white marble walls of the royal palace, the girl they mocked was currently wearing royal velvet, bearing the golden mark of the Lycan Ki

Theo is her friend, and if he was happy, then she ought to be happy too, but why was she so not okay with this? “We would like some apple pies tomorrow, Lily. The chef makes them every Thursday, but only for the royals. Sure Wendy wouldn’t mind giving her daughter a few to take to her friends. Please be a dear and keep some for us,” the guard who’d finished his doughnut winked in Lily’s direction. “Okay,” Lily replied, smiling before Theo planted another kiss on her cheek which made her blush. If only they knew how seeing them both in each other’s arms made Megan’s stomach churn!

Helios gulped. “Yea, of course it’s not that’s why I chose this combination. This taste will live in you for 6 years. ” Then he handed it to him. “Sorry, dingleberry, I’m good,” he said while retreating. “Come on! Don’t be a killjoy, ”Lysandros insisted. “Ugh! Fine. ” He grabbed the brownies with the ranch on top of it before biting quickly, his face turned sour after.

“I suppose it depends on the kind of sweets.” “In that case, you have to try this. My aunt is one of those business owners I told you about. Liliya’s Bakery has about a dozen stores on the island, so I’m sure you’ve heard of it. She’s expanding to the states next year. This honey cake is her best-seller.” He sliced a small cube with his fork and skewered it. Holding it out, he smirked. “She’d be truly devastated if you didn’t try it. All of my friends have.” Playing nice I reached for the fork, but he yanked it away.