Cookie Run: Kingdom Dark Choco Cookie Novels & Stories

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

And that is when I saw Marcus’ eyes glint— he wants to have these candles as well. P.S.: the Choco Coffee Bean Treats idea was borrowed from a cartoon I watched on Youtube... if my memory serves me right, I think its called 'Cafe Wingcle'... it was a cute and good cartoon... anyways, thank you for reading, and sorry for the slow updates.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

“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?”

It all exists in one single body which is indeed too much. A weird silence consumed us all for a while before one of the two guys that were with him decided to speak. “ My name is Cole, the Royal Delta of His Highness.” At that moment, I didn't know what to do. I mean, should I answer him or just keep looking at him? Well, not waiting for too long, I breathed in and out then I decided to speak. “ Mine is Jade, the female Betta, and daughter…” I was about to mention my dad when I remembered that he was not even here with me, instead, Tristan was here.” Sister of the future of the pack!”

Max said solemnly, “I have four flavors.” He knelt in front of the cooler and dramatically produced one juice box at a time like a magician. “Tropical Punch. Grape Explosion. Strawberry Storm. And…this one sounds dangerous. Mystic Mango.” Ella pointed at the last one, grinning. “That one.” Max handed it over with a mock bow. “Your wish is my command, mighty ruler of Shell Castle.” Daphne passed her a cookie and sat back, her hand brushing Landon’s again. This time, she didn’t pull away.

"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."

she said solemnly, “it sounds like ice cream. And chocolate and ice cream are friends.” Cameron chuckled from across the room, where he was pouring wine into two glasses. “Careful, Ostara, you’re training your successor.” “Absolutely,” I said without hesitation. “Every queen needs an heir.” Donna’s smile widened at that, cheeks pink with pride. She rattled off her thoughts on the other flavors too — hazelnut was “too grown up,” orange blossom “tasted like perfume in her head.” “See?” Cameron said, handing me a glass. “She’s a little genius. Already branding in her own way.”

“Don’t look at me like that, Elara. Queens don’t have the luxury of innocence.” “So that's why you've been so eager for it to be in my possession. What's the result of the curse? Blindness, leprosy, death?” She shrugs. “How will I know? Frostfire is a kingdom of dark magic housing several cursed relics, and I decided to gift you one.” “Thank you for your gift, Anita-” “It's Queen Anita now,” She quickly adds. “-but I don't want anything from you. The crown is enough.”