Cookie Run Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

“Hi there! Welcome to Sweetness & Light!” A tall man stood in the middle of Hannah’s bakery wearing a chic, dark suit and a frustrated expression. “Please tell me you have espresso here. Please. Please.” “Sure thing. Would you like it as a latte? Our eggnog latte is amazing.” “An eggnog latte? Maybe if I wanted an early grave,” the man muttered to himself. “Just an Americano, please.” “Do you want any cream, sugar, or flavoring? We have a great Christmas cookie flavored syrup this month,” Hannah said as she headed for the shop’s espresso machine, her hands quickly working the press.

We stepped up to the counter, and as we placed our orders—black coffee for Lucien and a vanilla oat latte for me, of course—he couldn’t resist poking fun at my choice. “This isn’t even coffee,” he said with exaggerated seriousness, pretending to scrutinize my drink like it was some kind of bizarre science experiment that needed further investigation. “I mean, honestly, I don't need your judgment here. If you want something bitter, just go out and chew on some bark or something!”

I placed my hand over his, making him look at me. “It would be, just be positive. You guys will win.” He gave me a lopsided grin and squeezed my hand in gratitude. I pulled my hand away and rested on the chair. At this moment the waitress came with my coffee and it looked really creamy. “Alright love.” she said while placing the cup on the table. “Prepare to be amazed, so this is a quad long shot grande in a venti cup, half calf double cupped no sleeve, salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla, substituted with 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha, and substituted with 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut, half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream, extra hot extra fo

Hell no! I unwrapped the brown paper bag and poured the biscuits out into the plate, folding the paper and tossing it to the wooden coffee table. I twisted open the top of the decaf latte and took a sip. Just how I like it; a cube of sugar and two teaspoonful of milk. I know it is weird, but no I had a sixth sense for tasting an extra cube of sugar or spoon of milk, if ever it was added to my latte. Leaning into the settee, I crossed my leg over my thigh, munching on the biscuits which I had placed beside me, and occasionally sipping from my latte whilst looking at the invitation which I still had in hand. Yeah, I was still surprised, not to mention confused.

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.

A pretty young lady with blue tipped hair comes to take their order. "What would you have?" She asks, a small note in her hand. Mika turns to Luc, who has been oddly silent since those calls he had blocked but now he's on his phone back. "I would have the creme brulee. It looks good from the small picture here." "There are sizes to it ma'am. Which would you like to have? Small, medium or large?" Luc is still not responding. "We'll take the medium and share it. I'd also like a caramel latte with extra cream." Mika nudges Luc. "What would you have?"

I had done my research on the four power heads and already knew what each one liked and hated. All except Lucien Kai. But not to bother, there wasn’t a particular thing that was said to be his favorite as well so the only thing to do was try not to fall into his bad books. Adrien liked black coffee, Dante likes his with sugar but no milk as he is lactose intolerant. Kael and Lucien do not fancy coffee but rather caramel latte. I had no business with their caffeine routine so I ignored it and focused on my line of work. But just to be on the safer side, I learnt them as well.

He bought this book. At the other corner of that street, he saw a café. Different desserts showcased outside at the counter, he can see them through the glass walls. He went inside the café, pushing through the glass door. The entire café smelled like caramels were melting everywhere. He went straight to the counter, looking at the long menu. Scanning every dish, from peanut butter cookie lush, cheesecake trifle, Oreo-chocolate mousse pie, black forest skillet brownie, S’mores Lasagna to cinnamon apple pancakes with vanilla maple syrup and more, also a variety of coffee like latte, espresso, mocha, Americano and also vanilla bean latte, caramel apple macchiato etc. made the list even long. H

Corvette turned off the pump and lay back, catching her breath for a second or two. Once Corvette had recovered she took the freshly pumped milk and made some of her famous cookies. Everyone loved them but this time Corvette thought they might taste extra special as she had never pumped her tits while having an orgasm before. Corvette baked the cookies and soon had them out front and ready to sell. The first person to come over was her next door neighbor Luke. Luke was 19 years old and about 6 foot tall with a very muscular body, short mousy hair and light green eyes. “Hi Corvette, they look nice,” he said with a smile.

And the way she was holding his arm was proof of how much he allowed her to. “I need two of your almond cookies with Matcha latte”. She ordered in a rude tone. Caterina looked at her, briefly looking at Hugo who saw her but didn't respond to her eyes. “Eyes up here”. The girl waved her hand in front of Caterina to get her attention. “Yes Ma’am”. She said in her signature soft tone and turned to pick her cookies and turned on the machine for Matcha Latte. She was sure she had never seen this girl before so how did she order the specific cookies??