Cookie Run Kingdom Ancient Cookies Novels & Stories

I glanced at the half cookie in my hand wondering if it was not the same one in my hand. “Did you make different batters?" I asked. “No, it's the same one." Selene shook her head. "Let me try it.” Sasha grabbed another cookie and in the same way, she gagged and dropped it too. "I guess your cookies are the anti pregnancy ones,” I chuckled and pulled the plate towards me. "I will eat enough for both of you.” "This is rather humbling.” Selene took her seat. "I'm sorry, Selene.” Kayla covered her mouth.

Sophie was about to do the same when someone roughly nudged her shoulder. Turning around, she saw the head of the servants glaring at her, gesturing towards the Queen's table. Sophie understood the unspoken message and, as she turned to go, the woman hissed some words she couldn't comprehend before walking away, leaving Sophie feeling alone and vulnerable. With hesitant steps, Sophie approached the throne, placing the bowl on the table before Queen Aslaug and her husband. Yelda, her assistant, followed suit by placing a large plate down. Meanwhile, Sophie refilled King Ragnar's mug, but her nervousness got the better of her, causing her to knock down a jar that shattered on the floor.

A bloody Christmas had just started. The Kitchen Karmina was busy making organic cookies and biscuits for babies that would last for a month. She had heard that Violet would visit after her mission and wanted to make cookies for Kal, who loved to eat. Instead of sugar, she used honey. "How is it?" Karmina asked Henry as he tasted one. "It melts in my mouth, dear. Perfect for babies." "I will also give some to the Princess," she said. "Princess who?" Henry asked, taking another piece.

Romario picked up a shrimp and teased me, dangling it above my lips. "Open up, pet." I laughed, taking a bite. The flavors exploded, and Romario chuckled. "Good?" I nodded, eyes wide. The main course, grilled chicken with roasted vegetables, was served. Romario stole bites from my plate, his fingers brushing mine. "Sharing is caring," he whispered. I playfully rolled my eyes. "You're going to make me fat." Romario grinned. "I'll enjoy every curve." Dessert, a rich chocolate mousse, arrived. Romario fed me a spoonful, his eyes sparkling.

“Your Grace, we need to kill Shuntha,'' Seti walked alongside Raiden as he made his way to the icy throne. The throne wasn’t made of ice but metal that was painted white, it was almost a century old. It didn’t rust, it wasn’t worn down, the paint wasn’t chipped, and it looked like it had just been crafted. Five fairies that were part of the kingdom forged the throne with magic, the fairies were once respected and loved; until King Atticruss and Queen, Tressa feared them and spread hatred amongst the people.

Chaol stole glances at Asty who was observing the movement of the flame in the fireplace. The young woman's eyes were locked upon the ashy trace as she brought some biscuits inside her mouth. Vanilla-flavored confectionery cookies. These are the same snacks the King had offered them before they had left the Palace. He was reminded carefully to give the can of cookies to Asty so that she could eat them. The King also had this scowl on his face when he told him not to dare take a single piece of it. He was cruel. He remembered his words clearly:

He sits on his throne, shivering in rage. "He's not a pervert. I can assure you that... well, I think so! Because I know his parents! They are the bakers who send the monthly supply of bread for us, for the royal family, to eat! And you know my favourite cookies, right? That person's family makes them!" I say. "This doesn't have anything to do with a damn cookie!"

“Mr. King absolutely loves my cooking.” Adrian nodded profusely. “Yes! The beef was awesome. I’ve never tried nutty beef, but it was amazing!” “Now, Taylor, don’t forget about the cookies,” Adrian reminded. Inner Devil: ‘Told you it was about the cookies.’ Guardian Angel: ‘Maybe a little of both?’ “Yeah. I made those, especially for Mr. King,” Taylor said with a wide grin. Riley motioned toward the dessert tray, pointing at the pistachio chocolate cookies. “These are all for Adrian?”

I look around but can’t see my father, Stefan, or the former king. Shaking the thought from my mind, I look at the pups. “We learned to bake the special cookies,” Isaac smiles at me. I move my hand to wipe away the evidence from his mouth. He looks at me sheepishly. “And where are these special cookies?” I ask. “Sweet Isaac, how many do you have in your pockets?” I look at him, waiting, and he giggles. “Just one left now, Mummy, for you.” He moves and holds it out.

"Yeah, and they're delicious but they're not the main focus of the company 'cause the profit margin is kinda low. Understandably, you don't know this since you've just entered the company. Lucas has a special fondness for the snacks manufactured under his company 'cause Anya has always loved those snacks so Lucas made sure the snacks are well-made." As he was saying that, Jason picked up a shopping basket and threw some of the snacks in before opening a bag of cookies for Corinne to try. "This is one of the classic sandwich cookies by Rivera Group. Do you want to try?" Corinne accepted the cookie and her eyes shrank to pinpoint size with just one bite. 'This taste, it's so familiar.' She fe