Cookie Run Kingdom Espresso Cookie Novels & Stories

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

"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.

I swat his ass with my tea-towel, as he squeezes himself between me and the counter. "Sure boss." He chuckles and darts to the back to get himself ready. With the coffees in one hand and a small plate of new pastries we are trying in the other, I walk over to Eamon and Cloé. "Here you go. We are also trying out some new things for our winter menu, let me know what you think of it." I smile politely and hand out the double espresso to Eamon and the Chai latte to Cloé. "Thanks Nikki!" Eamon beams and stuffs his face with one of the frosted muffins inspired by the Frozen movie.

I gulped slightly as I shot my dad a look for encouragement, but the old fart instantly warmed at the idea of time for high tea and sat at the chair closest to whom I could only assume was Lucy’s father. I went to the chair next to Axel and hesitantly reached for a chocolate haystack. The Queen snorted and laughed a little, the dark and boding presence of the King shooting her a look of mild annoyance with a hint of curiosity. “You know..” she said after I took my first bite. “That those are the very first cookies I sold to Teddy here.” She smiled. “Honey.” He glared down at his plate, obviously his bad cop routine falling apart in the midst of his wife.

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

Carmen takes one more sniff before finishing, “some kind of peanut butter and chocolate cookie.” Karamea lifts the cloche and everything is exactly as Carmen said, down to the garlic butter coating the steak. “Holy, shit!” I stare at Carmen in amazement. She smirks at me and comes over to grab her tray. “Every damn time,” Karamea says, shaking her head. “What are these cookies?” “Buckeyes. Big thing around here,” I reply, grabbing my tray as well. We sit at the coffee table in front of the TV in the guest room. Conversation starts a little slow as we are consumed by the amazing food in front of us. But eventually we break the silence, getting to know each other.

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”

Maybe I am just scared of saying the wrong thing. ME Do you enjoy your coffee? MAREN Yes, I did. I do like to have more of the cookies. I sat up, reading the text. I could feel the corner lips tugging up. ME Oh, I could order some for you, if you want?. MAREN I do like that but not today. ME Alright then. I will order it tomorrow for you. It should arrive at your door before you go to work. MAREN Oh you don't have to do that. Thank you.