Cookie Run Kingdom Gingerbrave Novels & Stories

"I'm not making that mistake again. I asked Anatoli for caramel delight ice cream once and he brought back caramel cookie ice cream." Both older women stared at me for a long moment before giggling. "Because of course, those aren't the same," Margie said around laughter. I pouted, knowing they were teasing me. They were not the same. One had chocolate bits and the other had cream syrup. "Will you be honeymooning for long?" Violet asked. "No. We're too busy looking for a house." Margie smiled. "And have you convinced him to get a kitten before a puppy yet?"

Korrine spoke as she sipped her mojito. "Seriously? No one is afraid of the teenage whore that got exiled from the Kingdom. The fact that you came back here thinking you actually mean something is sad and pathetic. It's even worse that you joined the contest as if we would ever allow you to be our Queen. Get a clue dumbass, you aren't welcome or wanted here." Kelly Callahan spoke loudly as she walked up to our table with my ex-mate, Amber and their entourage of Wadrenesses.

one big surprise. The group laughed, and the bottle was spun again, its glassy surface catching the late afternoon sun. The game had already been in full swing, and Cathy couldn't help but feel a little out of place. Still, she was determined to keep her head high. Determined. That was all she had left. The bottle slowed, landing on a dark-haired wolf named Shaun. He was undeniably attractive, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smile that made the other girls giggle. Cathy watched as he chose "truth," prompting Violet to ask him a question. Attractive. But not Magnus. No one was Magnus. "Alright, Shaun," Violet said, leaning forward with a sly grin. "If you could shapeshift into one animal b

Brian clasped his sister tightly and whispered while striving to alleviate the situation, " Vi! No! Vi! Stop it! We can discuss it calmly! You can't deny our destiny! Vi, apologize to him! He is our king and felt offended! Vi! " Viona groaned and growled beside his ears angrily, " Never! I don't expect him to be my mate! What does he think of himself? Why can't I reject him just because he is a damn king? Brian, let go of me! I, Viona Rogers never feared anyone in my whole life. Brian! Let go of me! " Brian hissed towards her instantly striving to resist her struggling arms and pleaded desperately, " Vi, listen to me! Just coax him a little! We can discuss it later or else our entire pack wi

She turned her attention back to Emily before she could ask any question and said, "it's just a little issue at the stable that His Grace is trying to fix." "Okay," Emily mumbled, her voice showing that she did not believe the servant girl. "Let me go check up on him then." "No, Your Grace," the servant girl replied sharply. She then cleared her throat and said, "the stable is really dirty and I don't think it's proper for Your Grace to go in there. His Grace will soon be out and--" "What is your name, young girl?" Emily asked, cutting the girl short. Confused as to why she had asked her name but not wanting to say it, the girl replied, "my name is Garara, Your Grace."

“I haven’t seen anything or anyone kids, now you 7 need to leave because you aren’t allowed back here." “-The Masked Queen is a brand built by the Slim-Jim agency and from my sources, the image alone costs twenty million dollars, and with L.K being the representative it’s ten million dollars on the twenty million. That’s a lot of money to lose people!” Her loud exclamation can be heard through the speakers so I cover it in panic. “Hearing that you were able to get rights over your brand makes me curious how you did it, Slim-Jim isn’t an agency that would like to lose that much money without putting up a damn hard fight. The world is curious L.K, how the hell did you do it?”

Victoria who was with Lan said" No my little head uncle is not angry or dangeous with both of us. He will never harm us. you have to remmebr that. Uncle is the King Alexander knight of Country A. He is the one who protects the country and look after the people of the country. He is the person whom God had choosen to rule the certain land and work and protect the people of that land. Always remmebr he is no harm to us. He is a protector a brave soiler who fought for the country and the kind king of Country A" Lan didnt understand what preety aunty was saying but he understood that the uncle will do no harm to him and the preety aunty. He is the protector of them. I had a net problem.

The driver smirks at me, pointing his thumb behind him, "the biggest one in the middle." I nod at him, then assign each vehicle 2 warriors to search them. I approach the biggest vehicle and tap on the drivers window and it inches down, "Gamma Luke Silver," I hear a squeal in the backseat and my heart jumps in my chest. My nose goes to the window and I inhale deeply as the back door opens, my head snaps and the largest man I've ever seen steps out, in his royal attire. His face is stoic looking at me as he extends his hand to the person in the back. I swallow the lump in my throat as I realize he is the King, then my heart stops in my chest as her voice and scent hit me, "Luke, fat ass is h

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

She looked like a breath of air, like something enchanting but also deadly at the same time. Behind her was a young man who could almost look related to her. His orange hair was shorter, ending right above his shoulders, and it was clear to see that someone had attempted to contain some of his curls. He was dressed in the same green color, the outfit matching both Nicolais' and Sicca’s. “King Sebristien, Queen Jólena, welcome to the Kingdom of Summer,” Nicolais greeted, bowing his head a little. The Kingdom of Spring. “Thank you so much for the invitation,” Jólena almost sang, as she curtseyed before Nicolais.