Cookie Run: Kingdom Angel Cookie Novels & Stories

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

- No one else, but the king himself, personally (this he emphasizes with a noticeable dose of pride in his voice), replied the cat with dignity. - What king, if I can know? - asked the princess curiously. - Of course you can, he is the king of a distant land and he is the King of Dandies. -Well, that’s just divine! - The Princess exclaimed happily, clasping her hands with joy. - Cookies are done. Get to the table, Jacob said as he arranged the cookies on the trays and placed them a large cup of milk.

She gestured towards them, the question directed at the guy behind her. "The hell! Ain't no exterminating happening here girlie." Kaitlyn roared at her. The girl looked taken aback and glared daggers at Kaitlyn. "Hello everyone." Angel appeared from the back, a tray of cookies balanced on one hand and a tray of fruit juice in the other. "Angie!" The girl yelled and ran to him, throwing herself on him. Angel yelped and fell backwards, thereby making the plastic cups of juice and cookies meet the floor.

There was a woman with a pink apron behind the counter when we entered. “Angelica!” She cooed when we entered. “I’m glad you’re here. I made those cakes like you asked the other day. Are you here to test them?” “Yes,” Angelica answered. “This is Anila, our future queen.” The woman glanced at me and her smile widened. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said to her, holding out my hand for her to shake. She ignored my hand and ran around the counter. Before I knew what was happening, she was wrapping me in a tight hug, surprising me.

Red orders, rubbing her belly with an uncomfortable expression smeared across her glowing face. A low growl of disapproval vibrates from the back of my throat. "You need to eat, moy angel. [my angel.]" I mutter as I lean forward and pick up the menu off the table. "I'm not hungry," She sighs. "A thick shake will keep me going till dinner time." I raise my gaze and look at our server with my brows drawn together. "One feta and spinach scone to take away," I add to our order.

"You literally walked the other way when you saw her in the corridor yesterday and you hate passing there." "I was in a hurry." "It's a lie." Arden bit into the cookie with far more aggression than the baked good deserved. It was excellent, warm, crunchy,with chunks of chocolate that melted on his tongue. Hazel had chosen well. He ate the second cookie. Then the third, fourth, fifth. Caden watched him, arms crossed. "You are eating my cookies, my sweat, I walked for it." "They are castle cookies, you could go get some in the kitchen."

he said, kissing her hand and noticing with pleasure that her blush was in place. “Thank you,” Angelina answered, adjusting the hem of her beautifully ironed dress of blue Thessalian silk. “Are we going to accompany the king?” “Yeah,” Reive nodded, taking her by the arm. “Is His Majesty planning to ride the shellmougr?” it seemed the little necromancer was really interested in the upcoming outing. “Exactly,” Reive smiled. “Do you want to ride him too?” Angelina cast a shy look at him and then turned away at once, “Well, no... Just... I’m just curious.”

She looked like a breath of air, like something enchanting but also deadly at the same time. Behind her was a young man who could almost look related to her. His orange hair was shorter, ending right above his shoulders, and it was clear to see that someone had attempted to contain some of his curls. He was dressed in the same green color, the outfit matching both Nicolais' and Sicca’s. “King Sebristien, Queen Jólena, welcome to the Kingdom of Summer,” Nicolais greeted, bowing his head a little. The Kingdom of Spring. “Thank you so much for the invitation,” Jólena almost sang, as she curtseyed before Nicolais.

“Come on now, I want to play a game when I woke up.” Rox fluttered his eyes, surprised by Marcus’s sudden enthusiasm on presenting himself to the King. Suddenly he chuckled. “W-What is it?” Marcus retorted, gradually feeling embarrassed and regretful for wearing a wide neck shirt. “Nothing.” Rox’s laughter died down, replaced with a subtle smirk. “What was your name again?” “It’s Marcus Collins.” “Marcus Collins.” Rox paused. It seems like he can’t address him as a mere kid anymore.

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.