Cookie Run Kingdom Pancake Cookie Novels & Stories

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.

The pancake didn't taste special, but because it was made with effort, he licked the plate clean. “I didn't expect you like pancakes that much, it's truly your favorite.” he said amaze without knowing the truth. Kiro cough a sudden upon hearing those words, who said pancake was his favorite?, Kolein screamed , feeling another chills down his spine and ran home, scared that it might be a ghost asking for help. Aru chirped, cleaning the table. “Do you want to eat the same thing tomorrow? The same time as this?” He offered, so he can have a chance to be alone, while waiting for him.

Liam sips his coffee, “Grandpa, where were you during dinner last night? We could’ve seriously used your tact” He shoves another bite of pancake down, “more business to attend I’m afraid. What say we compile this evidence I’ve heard some of and see what we can make of our royal friend?”. I’m pulled from my thoughts from the smell of pickles and… pancakes? Looking over, Michelle has a pickle rolled up in her pancake, lathered in peanut butter. She takes a bite. The smell makes the boys gag. “Baby, what in the french toast is that? That’s disgusting”, Leo chokes out.

Not when everything was dangerous. But God, I wanted it to be the time. We found Luca at the kitchen counter, covered in flour, with Maria looking fondly exasperated beside him. "I made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs!" he announced proudly. "See? This one's a T-Rex. And this one's supposed to be a pterodactyl, but it looks more like a blob." The pancakes were disasters. Barely recognizable as anything except a six-year-old's enthusiastic attempt at art. They were perfect.

It’s delicious. It’s also safe. Mom and I planned for this. I had correctly guessed the Alpha King’s suspicious nature would make him question me. He likely thought we were out to poison him for real. While I eat the cookie that I was ready to fake give to him, the Alpha King picks his own from my plate. We’ve planned for this too. The only cookies left on the plate were ones laced with the laxative. He eagerly eats it. I’m not surprised. Mom’s chocolate chunk cookies are delicious, and the laxative shouldn’t be detectable in the mix.

I reply, trying and failing to sound undisturbed by the fact that there are people in this world who hate chocolate chips in their pancakes. Kat's grin widens "I knew I liked you." She glances at Kira, "Chocolate chip pancakes are Kira's favourite too," She winks at the five-year-old, who nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the mention of her favourite pancakes. "They're the yummiest in the world", Kira exclaims, her grin stretching wide as she excitedly shoves another bite of pancakes into her mouth. "They sure are Kiddo," Kat says with a laugh, ruffling the dark curls on Kira's head affectionately.

Everyone was in awe looking at the cookies they made. ‘Happy Birthday Bapi! We made umm what was that Aasu?’ ‘It’s ‘extra crunchy raisin surprise’ cookies.’ He said with a big smile. Yes it was Abhimanyu’s birthday and his cute little babies were making cookies for him because the birthday cake was made by their mother. Both of them got mesmerized seeing their mother baking an wonderful cake and they wanted to surprise their favourite Bapi. ‘Thank you, my little babies. My Princess and Prince.’ He said kissing their foreheads. Then he kneeled down to their height and cleaned their faces with his handkerchief.

As he turned to leave, Kat wrapped her arms around his shoulders and said, “I really want chocolate chips in my pancake. And Fruit Woops. It would make me so happy, Papa!” It was clear by Christian’s enamored expression, there’d be chocolate and rainbow-colored cereal in his daughter’s pancakes come hell or high water. Ronan dropped his head against the headboard and chuckled at—I could only assume—how whipped his brother was. Christian gave him a dark look, glanced at me, then looked back to his brother. Ronan’s eyes narrowed. A subtle smile touched Christian’s lips, and then he carried Kat out of the room.

* * * * Romario's POV After a long day at our family's amusement park, where construction issues had been a major headache, I headed home, driving myself since Ken was still away and I didn't trust anyone else to ensure my safety. As I entered the Manor, I found Kate, Leonardo's girlfriend, watching TV alone in the sitting room. She greeted me with a cheerful "Hi Romario" and approached me with a hug. I was taken aback by her sudden display of affection, and my eyes widened in confusion as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I awkwardly extricate myself from her embrace, forcing a smile as I bid her a quick farewell. "How was work?" she asked, but I brushed her off, saying I needed to fres

Kind of like something you’d find in a mansion—if that mansion had been built for werewolves. I found the flour and eggs easily enough and set to work mixing three different pancake batters: blueberry, chocolate chip, and apple cinnamon—Andy’s favorite, I’d learned last night. The scent of sugar and spice filled the air, grounding me in the best way. There was something healing in the rhythm of cooking, in doing something simple and human. “I love this,” Polly sighed. “The pups. Andy. This kitchen. All of it.” “I know. Me too.”