Cookie Run Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

“What’s antipasto?” “Are you kidding? Lettuce, roasted peppers, olives, anchovies, and cheese mainly. Then on the dessert table we have Baci DiDama, which are hazelnut meringue sandwiches filled with chocolate. We have cherry- almond star cookies, and pignoli—those are pine nut cookies. My aunt Lily makes a mean rainbow cookie with an almond filling, even though she’s not Italian. And of course you’ll find some cannoli and various fruits.”

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

"Sienna, I'm delicate at the moment. Don’t increase my stress.” Giggling, I stepped nearer to the showcase. Instantly my gaze fixed on my matcha mille crepe, its delicate layers appearing flawless. “I’ll go with that one," I said to the clerk. Liliana bent closer, to the glass. "I’ll have three brownies, two almond croissants and one strawberry tart.” I looked at her in astonishment. "Liliana, are you feeling hungry? Are you starting a pop-up bakery?” She raised an eyebrow, with a faint grin. "The tart’s meant for you. I’m sure you’ll rue it if you pass it up.”

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.

We both have a lot to work on. “We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter. “There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop. “They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs. Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.

-Lindy What? You saw my pictures too. Now it's all fair. -Mill That's unfair! There was no photo of you in it. I don't even know what you look like. -Lindy You'll find out soon what I'll look like babe :) -Mill "Good afternoon ma'm, welcome to Starbucks. What would you like to order?" The cashier greeted. Lindy moved her head up and stared at the menu in front of her, not really knowing what she wanted before she came here."Uh, I'd like to have Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino Blended Beverage grande and one Apple Fritter."

His laughter was infectious and didn't know when I joined without knowing his reason for the laughter. Once the laughter died, he spoke. "Piccolo is an Italian word meaning small. So it's 'small' Latte and it's taken in small quantities." I gasped as embarrassment washed over me. He went on. " You know the saying; Great things come in small packages, right? That's exactly what piccolo latte is. Don't underestimate. It might make you think you've been cheated. So you weren't cheated after all but if you intend on getting filled up with it, then we can make a special cup for you. Just you alone." He made a sweet face but the mockery was evident in his voice.

I laughed she must got some major tea if we need to have food and listen All the teenagers decided to go up to Cams room and eat our food, it was only me Te, Cam, Sam, Kayla and Jon Kay and Jon are Te and Cams cousins. "ite girl now spill the beans" I said cause I was tired of the suspense. "okay okay so like on my second week of college I went shopping for supplies and I met this tall cute caramel daddy at the store, we get to talking he tell me his name Jalen and he in his second semester at a college not to far from mine, anyway we chitchat for a bit then we exchange numbers long story shortened we go on dates have fun blasé blasé two weeks later I come to his crib we kissing and--"

"Nothing. Just a blank screen." Dante stared at me. He looked like he could see right through me. "Would you like something to drink?" "Anything," I said, forcing a smile. "Whatever you get, I'm sure I'll love it." He walked right up to me. He kissed my forehead. "Okay. Wait for me." Ten minutes later, he came back with a warm oat milk latte. It was from my favorite little brand in Brooklyn. The temperature was perfect. I took the cup, stunned.