Cookie Run Kingdom Parfait 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.

"Noted." An hour later, and Kate is true to her word. She threatens to stab me with her fork when I reach for a second bite of one of the cakes she declares to be "almost as amazing as sex," although by the expression she makes I'd almost swear that if I weren't in the room she'd tell the chef it was absolutely more amazing than sex. It's all a blur to me, a parade of confections with ridiculous names, like Quadruple Dark Chocolate Frosted Sugar Dream and Frosted Raspberry Afternoon Delight and Caramel Bavarian Custard Pie and Sweet Pink Champagne.

Continued to wander around. "Yes. Some of those have begun already, some are still for preparations and the rest will either start next month or months or next year, depending on how big the project is." "These much?" I surprisingly asked. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Without these deals, Jael you wouldn't be able to buy those Saint Laurent heels." I rolled my eyes at him. "Get the isolated paper there at the counter," he referred to his mini pantry inside his office. "Can I read it?"

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.

The princess is worthless and is not considered by the Cannor family. "Ananda Albara Demian Dominic bin Nicholas Dominic. I marry you and I marry you to Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with a set of prayer tools. Cash!" said the judge. Javior deliberately didn't want to say goodbye because for him Nayya was nothing. And Nayya also has no right to get such a noble right from him. To him only Pavina deserves such privilege. Father failed. "I accept the marriage and the marriage of Ainayya Hikari Salvina bint Javior Jeon Cannor with the dowry paid in cash."

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.

Inside the glass were layers of pastel-colored cream, topped with strawberry pocky, vanilla and strawberry ice-cream, whipped-cream, macaroons, and a ton of other sweets. After delivering their order, the maid said to them, "All couples who order our Couple's Sweetheart Parfait get a 15% discount and must pose for a photo that we’ll post on our Couple's Wall!" She held a camera, pointing to the decorated wall across from them that was filled with a bunch of pictures of couples posing together. "Over my dead body," seethingly vowed Micheal, scaring the poor maid, who was only doing her job. Thankfully a hard slap to the back of his head from Isis knocked the frown right off his face.

“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.

Without demanding proof. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I always knew someone had framed me. But I never imagined the hatred toward me had grown so deep. I still don’t know who did it, or why.” Princess Elara placed a comforting hand on my shoulder before changing the subject. She was standing beside a marble counter, carefully mixing flour inside a silver bowl. “I’ve been trying to make Moon Butter Cookies,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “My mother makes the best in the kingdom. No matter how hard I try, they never taste the same.”