Cookie Run Red Velvet Cookie Novels & Stories

“I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.” They spent the next hour going back and forth—figuring out the menu, debating the right choice for the cake, and deciding on the perfect music playlist. They disagreed on some things, like whether the band should play live jazz or acoustic music, but the little arguments only deepened their connection. “I still don’t understand why you want vanilla with strawberry filling,” Gabriel said, his brows furrowing playfully as he jotted down his notes. “Red velvet is where it’s at.” “Red velvet is overrated,” Lydia shot back with a laugh. “Vanilla is classic, light, and fresh—perfect for the warm weather. Red velvet is all

I can't be this way when I have an important client to attend to in an hour. I dig into the paper bag to find two boxes inside. Opening the first one, as mentioned, there are two cupcakes that is my favorite flavor. But they're in green color as she called it ‘green velvet’, fit for a Hulk. Halfway through the first cupcake, I open another box wondering if they are also the same as this or a different kind- the one I've always preferred which is the ‘red’ velvet. But my munch stops at the sight of a silk eye mask. Fuck. "Turn around, we're going back to the penthouse."

I loved that. "You sure you don't want to come over?" she mumbled against my jumper as I patted her hair softly. "We haven't been to visit the infamous Red Valley bakery in a while. The place might go bankrupt soon since we haven't bought those amazing cookies in a hot minute. I swear, we're all that keeps them in business." It was difficult to say not to Raven, especially when she tempted me with cookies from the bakery. But, I couldn't go. I was busy figuring out Deshawn. As soon as I got rid of him, I could have all the cookies I wanted

“Flip me over your shoulder and shove me to your car? Do your worst or whatever. I’m not leaving this apartment.” Vivian was mumbling something like a prayer around the corner. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t say a word out loud enough. Mr. Redd pushed his glasses up his nose slightly, his lips twitched to the side. Next, Kyla’s feet left the ground. Her stomach suddenly pressed against his shoulder. It happened in a split second. This man didn’t just flip her over his shoulder like some bag of potatoes. Would he shove her into his car, too?

But, like everything in his life, that had been taken from him after the accident. “Here!” An excited voice interrupted his thoughts and, when Massimo looked up, he realized that not only was the little girl back, but she also had two cookies in her hands “They're red velvet cookies, my favorite! Mommy always makes them for me when I'm sad. Today she made it for the picnic, but maybe it will help you to be happy.” She smiled hopefully, holding out the treat to him.

I smiled when I thought of Ace. When I was done grocery shopping, I hurriedly went home and did my task for my mom’s birthday. I baked a small 6x4 inch round cake. Today, I will be making a red velvet cake. It’s my mom’s favorite. Good thing that I remember that. Red velvet is really not my cup of tea but since it’s my mom’s favorite I will make it very special for the very special person in my life. And I should make it really special because the owner of the company where my dad works will be here. I should not embarrass my father and also my family’s reputation.

Chapter-16 VIANA I completed the final touch and mumbled, "Done." I kept the eight pieces of red-velvet pastries in the fridge. At last, I made them. Tonight, I will give it to Vayden so that he can release Sandreo. Revina wouldn't start her training today because Ritso had some important work. Well, that was what Vayden said. But I know there's something more to it and it's bugging me since then.

Focusing on the furniture and objects that scattered the room, I first noticed the large bed that sat in the middle, against the back wall. While the bed in the museum's playroom was simple-looking, this one was much bigger and designed with more attention to detail. The four-poster bed had been adorned with baroque carvings that matched the lining of the crimson-colored velvet headboard. Embellished with the same shade of red, the mattress was covered in nothing but a flat velvet material. Opposite of the bed was a couch with the same fabric and carvings. Narrowing in on the canopy of the bed, there were restraints and hooks on every side, allowing me to imagine the hundreds of scenes one c

“I brought some desserts with me. Red Velvet cake. Max’s favorite. Everyone, help yourself.” My eyes were on the treats already. Even before the servants placed one each on our side. It's three inch in diameter. A fucking small cake. All for myself. “Wow.” I couldn't help but feel astonished. “You like it, Irvin?” Mrs. Evans asked. I faced her with a big smile on my face. “I haven’t tasted it but the cake looks like an art.” I said before returning my attention to the red velvet. The cake isn’t just covered in white frosting but it has delicate details surrounding its body that it would be a waste if I ruin the art with my fork. “It feels like a crime to even touch this thing.” This time I o

My eyes glanced at one of the price tags. “No wonder,” I muttered quietly. My lips lifted slightly, cynically. The price listed for a piece of Red Velvet was astonishing. Maybe this is where the exclusivity they offer lies. “Harvey likes the almond bread there,” said Max, pointing to one corner of the display case. ‘Every time I said I would stop by, he always whined to be bought.” I smiled. ’For Giselle, it must be the chocolate croissant, right?” Max blinked. “Your guess is almost right. What Giselle likes the most is Raisin Chocolate Bread. The croissant you mentioned is just a backup for her.”