Cookie Run: Kingdom Angel Cookie Novels & Stories

I don’t like that this used to be Monica’s, but I like seeing how much Adrian takes care of his daughter. I helped Hailey wash her hands and face, then change out of her play clothes and into fresh clean ones. “Can we get cookies first so we can share them with Aunt Britt?” “That’s a great idea! What kind do you think Aunt Britt would like?” “Um,” she taps on her chin like she is deep in thought, “probably the butterfly ones.” She is talking about sugar cookies shaped and decorated like Monarch butterflies. They were Hailey’s favorite a few days ago.

Mitzie looked down in shock, as Emma giggled with her hands over her mouth. “I believe the king agrees with me,” she said continuing to cover her mouth while chuckling. Mitzie couldn’t help but begin to laugh. “It is rather coincidental, wouldn’t it be?” she asked as she reached for the tray to wheel it closer to herself. “Thank you, Emma, for all that you’ve done over the last 4 years,” Mitzie expressed, her voice thick with gratitude. “So, tell me, what is your Kingdom name?” she asked unfolding the napkin to place across her lap.

“The King is fed up with people trying to cross our borders, so if we find one more person from your Kingdom, he’s going to sue you to the Court of Kings.” The Luna Queen gasped subtly. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll get my Kingdom in order. It won’t happen again.” “Thank you, Ruby.” Angel tilted his head slightly in what seemed to be a bow, then suddenly he turned, looking right through the hole at me and my breath caught. Eyes like liquid gold, I never thought I could meet a person five times more good looking than Densmore but also five times as intimidating. Something about Angel reminded me of lost treasure that draws people in only for them to get eaten alive by the deadly dragon hidin

If she could eliminate her, Andreas would go down. On hearing that, Deitalyn, Anna and a few other sorceresses and witches had volunteered to make cookies. Cookies that repulsed any supernatural from a mile away. Andreas had just returned from distributing them to be sold by a few vendors he knew. The way it was made, it would be irresistible to any human that came by them.

In any case, I thank whatever deities are out there for the extra time. “You shouldn’t bet your money on either of that.” I tease her weakly, pulling her back towards our table inside the café. “That’s fine, I have nothing to lose. Oh, wait…I want another one of those giant cookies from the bar—” Raya pulls him back towards the bar but the girl at the counter shrugs. “Sorry, hun, we’re sold out. Told you they disappear quickly.” “Oh my, that’s…impressive.” “We get them only twice a week so people stock up.”

answered, Astrielle. "Hotdog? Imposible..." Carline mumbles. "Cookies..." I said out of my mind. Both pointed each other and looked at me, "Maybe!" they said in unison. "Whom is it from?" Astrielle asked. "Queenie's mother." I blurted out. "What?!" Carline stood up from the sofa where she sat, "ewww!" "There is definitely something wrong with the cookies..." Astrielle said. "Nothing happened to me?" I shrug my shoulders.

I said. "Hey, Leslie! I see you're bakin'?" "Yup, chocolate chip cookies." I did jazz hands, shaking sugar off onto the flowers. Angus sighed "You always made the best chocolate chip cookies, Jamie." She rolled her eyes "I make the best a everythin', Angus. Hey, while you're here why don't you help us out; I'm makin' a batch for Malcolm." He hissed "I don't know, my specialty is fish, not cookies and cak-"

This is the moment I have been waiting for, and I try my best to keep my gaze on Kookie at this moment. “It is time,” the elder announces as he lifts the tablet, which bears Kookie’s name. “And now, the Alpha King will present our new member, Kookie Morningstar, with the stone tablet.” Kookie’s lips part in shock, and her eyes widen as she hears the name Kookie. At that moment, I catch the expression on Elias’s face—he is shocked as well. Oh, he is about to discover more about her, and I cannot wait until he knows that half the story about Sage Nightmoon is fake.

Before I could answer, the front door creaked open. L’angelo stepped inside, shaking snow from his coat. His tall frame filled the entrance, black gloves still on his hands. His eyes found mine first, then drifted to the little figure beside me. “You!” Lola shouted, pointing dramatically. “You gave me a cookie that day. At our house. You had a dragon ring!” He raised an amused brow. “You remember that?” “I remember everything,” she said proudly. A rare smile broke across his face as he walked over and crouched in front of her.

Colette sits forward suddenly, concern laced in her eyes. Angels…beautiful angel shaped biscuits covered in white icing. I used to make them with Mum. I haven’t seen them in years. I take one out of the tin and place it in my hand. Closing the tin, I silently put it back on the table and glance at the little biscuit in my hand.