Cookie Run Kingdom Espresso Cookie Novels & Stories

“Yes, but I was just going to throw them away.” “No, don't. I need them, including the package they arrived in.” She looked confused for a moment, but nodded and went back inside. We stepped inside, and I watched as she put the box of cookies in the paper package as well as the note and brought it to me. The package was cream-colored white with a simple detail of address as well as the café's logo: Sweet Dreams Bakery. "What are we doing, Alex?" Tony asked as we began heading towards our cars.

The same woman returned, this time carrying a tray with coffee for me and Steffano, and juice for Stephie. “Can I eat one?” Stephie asked, pointing at the cookies on the tray. “Is this sugar-free?” Steffano asked. The woman froze for a moment. “Oh… I’m not sure, Sir,” she said, scratching her head awkwardly. Steffano shook his head. “Next time, make sure you know what you’re serving your customers—” “It’s okay, I’ll taste it first,” I said with a smile, cutting him off before he could continue. I took a bite of the cookie.

"Then... we'll drink it then. I miss drinking matcha coffee. Ever since I came here, I haven't had it again. Now, I miss my convenient life... there are no starb*cks here." Everyone thought that the queen was talking about a place in her ruined dukedom, but it was actually a famous coffee shop in her world. After a couple of minutes, the leaves were powdered as five people helped hasten the process. They are curious about what unusual recipe the queen had prepared this time. "Is it edible, madam? Is it really fine to add green tea to coffee?" The queen was about to reply when all of a sudden the door opened. There was a man with a straight face looking at her, with crossed arms.

When she had just reached the eighth grade, Carol would often go over to Kookie after school because Adam had a part-time job over there while he was in the twelfth grade. Carol loved the cookies at Kookie, so Carol would often stuff more cookies into her bag. Every time she finished eating it, Carol would say, “It tastes so good. Once I’m rich, I’ll reserve this place. That way, I can eat the cookies here every day.” It was just a joke back then. She was not expecting Adam to still remember it. She received a message. It was still from Adam. [Have you eaten them? Try them and see whether the cookies still taste the same.]

Tabitha crawled out at this moment and, upon seeing Russell and Zoey, she smiled and said, "Do you want to come and play together?" Russell & Zoey. “..." Madeleine walked over with a tray, on which various shaped cookies were placed, they looked very beautiful. "Chocolate, matcha, cream, Earl Grey tea, and Oreo flavored cookies. And there's juice too, the pastry chef is making it, let's go to the lounge area." Zoey nodded, "Madeleine, you go first. Russell and I will take Layne and Grandma to wash their hands." Madeleine nodded lightly.

“She likes fluffy.” I swatted him with a napkin and he grinned like the devil. The rest of the tasting went the same way, bites of cake, tiny sips of sparkling juice, and kisses that made me forget why we were even there. I felt like the whole world had melted into buttercream and laughter and the warmth of Adriano’s touch. We were down to the last two slices. The bakery assistant placed them on the table, “This one is dark chocolate espresso with a caramel core,” she said, “And the other is vanilla bean with honeycomb crunch.”

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,

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.

The barista—a girl with purple streaks in her hair—gave me a bright smile. “Large iced latte with oat milk, extra shot,” I said. “And… uh, one of those breakfast sandwiches. The one with egg, bacon, avocado. Toasted. And a chocolate croissant. And a bottle of water. Oh—and those little fruit cups. The ones with berries.” She rang it up without batting an eye. “To go?” “Yeah. And can you throw in a couple of those heart-shaped sugar cookies? The pink ones.” She grinned wider. “Special someone?”

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.