Cookie Run Kingdom Espresso Cookie Novels & Stories

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.

Perhaps not that night, but as soon as he felt more comfortable and let his guard down. Shortly after their exchange, four servants carried out a large layered cake, decorated with edible jewels made of colored sugar. The cake was four layers tall, and each layer was a unique flavor. Each flavor was one native to the kingdom of Treiaul: a tree nut flavor similar to almond, a fruit flavor like a cross between a coconut and a banana, a coffee flavor of specific beans only grown in their forests, and a liquor flavor made with mulled wine. They sliced the cake thinly and distributed each piece amongst the partygoers. She then leaned over to explain the different flavors to Hayward.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

Kurt said and Annika just agreed, they all pile into Kurt's car, and he drives them to his house and back to his office. Kurt was back in the office and had tons of paperwork to do and documents to review about the current project he was working on. He called Jasper and told him that he needed a refreshment. Jasper went out and got him Iced Caramel Macchiato. It's a vanilla-flavored espresso drink with cold milk, ice, and a drizzle of caramel. ‘You should be needing one of these Sir Kurt. It seems that you’re struggling a lot lately with the project.” Jasper concernedly said as he handed him the refreshment.

I brought out a tray with two steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of freshly baked scones, setting it gently on the table between us. “This one’s choco-chip and peanut butter,” I said, pointing to the golden-brown pastries. “The kids are allergic to nuts, so I don’t make them often, but they’re my favourite.” The king picked one up, his expression softening with a quiet kind of nostalgia. “This happens to be my favourite flavour too,” he said, surprising me. “Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as I took a sip of my coffee. He nodded, taking a slow bite of the scone and humming approvingly. “I like anything with this flavor. There is something about the way the sweetness balances with the r