Cookie Run Kingdom Custard Cookie Novels & Stories

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

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.”

We weave through the crowd and I take in the sights and scents. The smell of sweet fried doughs in honey syrup floating on the wind, I am distracted by all the sweet delights. Nuts and honey wrapped in crunchy layers of delicate dough. Fried dough soaked in honey syrup. Ice cream piled high on fresh pressed lacy waffle cones. The design of the royal family crest is delicately woven into the cone pattern. I long to eat my fill of sweet treats, to be a child again, carefree and wild.

Hailey sighed knowing there was no use arguing with Natalie. She really wanted to have some cookies though. She and Dawn had been craving it for a while now and they were even going to try new crazy stuff like eating the cookies with melted chocolate mixed with condensed milk. It was a crazy combination that would probably make them have stomach aches but they were willing to risk it.

Jars of honey and what looked like an entire roasted pig. "Marl, this is too much food." Kaelithra licked her lips slowly. "No such thing as too much food!" Marl pulled out a wrapped package and opened it to reveal the most beautiful pastries Kaelithra had ever seen. "These are from the royal baker. He only makes them for special occasions but I paid him triple to make a batch quickly just for us!" Kaelithra picked up one of the pastries and bit into it. The explosion of flavor in her mouth was so good she actually closed her eyes and made a sound that was borderline inappropriate.

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

"Don't you just love them?" Yes, I fucking do... Small custard tarts, often just a bite-sized. I've eaten quite a few from Antonio's kitchen: crisp flaky pastry, thick vanilla egg custard and a dusting of cinnamon. I resist the urge to reply, but the spicy fragrance of the cinnamon plays havoc with my nose and my stomach gives a betraying groan. Juliana smirks at the sound, chewing slowly on her sweet as her eyes dance. Think about something else... For fuck's sake... something else...

Shit! “Okay, I can see you came with samples…”, she said “Yes, I have mini lemon meringue tartlets, almond shortbread cookies, dark chocolate raspberry cake bites, and lastly… cinnamon sugar cookies”. “Oh! Son, your favorite”. His mother said cheerfully. “Mhmmm,” he said. “Why any problem, son? You’ve not even introduced yourself,” His mother taunted him. “You didn’t do your research before coming?” He asked me, smirking. This boy.

I don't see him as a cupcake guy. Cookies? Oh. He must have said cookies. It is also Ate July's favorite, right? Especially chocolate chip cookies. It isn't a surprise if Neal has also taken a liking to it. And besides, I couldn't think of other deserts that he would like that starts with the letter c and has a letter k in it. But shouldn't I go inside and ask him again? No, I will just stick with my instincts and go with cookies. He was very busy with some things and asking him again would just be a bad idea.

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.