Cookie Run Kingdom Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

It was probably some grand opening coupon picked up from a random college student on the way to the company. Just as I was looking at it, Sean Kensington entered my office. Seeing the coupon on my desk, he chuckled and said, "Wesley, why haven't you used the coupon? I mean, you probably don't know what a latte is, right? You can search online. It's a pretty great drink." He added, "You just came from the mountains, you should probably catch up on some basic knowledge. Otherwise, you might get lost when chatting with people." My expressions and tone darkened, "I don't eat that sort of junk food. I only eat healthy, natural food."

In any case, I thank whatever deities are out there for the extra time. “You shouldn’t bet your money on either of that.” I tease her weakly, pulling her back towards our table inside the café. “That’s fine, I have nothing to lose. Oh, wait…I want another one of those giant cookies from the bar—” Raya pulls him back towards the bar but the girl at the counter shrugs. “Sorry, hun, we’re sold out. Told you they disappear quickly.” “Oh my, that’s…impressive.” “We get them only twice a week so people stock up.”

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

' thought king Damien angry . " Fine ! By the way , there are some delicious small pastries filled with caramel cream on the table inside . If you want , you can get some . " said king Damien with a devilish smirk . " Sure ! " said Charlotte with a smile . ' Handsome boys with abs and delicious caramel cream pastries........Perfect combination .' thought Charlotte and got up from her seat then went inside to take the pastries that king Damien was talking about . When Charlotte got up , king Damien took his mask off and unbuttoned his shirt a little .

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?”

I miss having his magical, magnificent cock. Yup, that's the hormones talking. Because I know me; I'm not a slut, not a whore, not even thirsty. I've been cockless for four long years without any cravings so it's the hormones. Definitely not me. "We have a promotion now. For every Large set, it comes with a free cup of latte." He stands up, meeting me halfway, “But we are out of cream. Do you mind waiting while I get some?" He’s clearly having fun with this, pulling more tricks under his sleeves.

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

Chaol stole glances at Asty who was observing the movement of the flame in the fireplace. The young woman's eyes were locked upon the ashy trace as she brought some biscuits inside her mouth. Vanilla-flavored confectionery cookies. These are the same snacks the King had offered them before they had left the Palace. He was reminded carefully to give the can of cookies to Asty so that she could eat them. The King also had this scowl on his face when he told him not to dare take a single piece of it. He was cruel. He remembered his words clearly:

“Let’s go before she drags us there by force.” We end up at a little neon-lit shop on the corner, sticky floors and rainbow sprinkles everywhere. Kenzie orders something violently pink with gummy worms sticking out. Claire gets mint chocolate chip, Aaron orders plain vanilla—of course he does—and I go for cookies and cream, which immediately wins me “coolest grown-up” status with Kenzie.