Novel & Cerita Cookie Run Red Velvet Cookie

“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.”

“Wow, that's awful,” “Heh,” Cecil chuckled lightly, taking a sip from her tea. “He forgot me quicker than I thought.” I didn't press her for more details. It was clear from her expression and gestures that she wasn't comfortable talking about her past relationship, and honestly, I wasn't either. Taking a cue from her, I took a sip of my tea and selected one of the vibrantly colored cookies from the tray. “These are from Meyers. They make the best rainbow cookies,” Cecil informed me, a wide smile brightening her face.

“Wow.” Tristan blinked. “This tastes like childhood and sin combined.” Rose laughed. “I’m putting that on my website.” We tasted lemon coconut, red velvet, and almond cream. Everything was good, but Tristan and I both kept going back to the chocolate hazelnut. “I think we found our winner,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb. “I think so too,” I smiled. “It’s… us.” “Rich and dangerous?” he teased. I laughed. “Sweet and a little dramatic.”

"Four of those red velvet cupcakes." "Excellent choice," she said, boxing up my selections. "Anything else?" I hesitated, then added, "One of those chocolate chip cookies, please. For the road." She winked. "I like your style." The total made me wince slightly, but I reminded myself that I had money in my checking account. The thought still felt surreal, like Monopoly money rather than actual wealth. Outside, I bit into the cookie and nearly moaned. Warm, gooey chocolate chunks melted on my tongue, the perfect balance of sweet and salty.

"I hate you." As usual Alex is being Alex. He always eat my favorite part in my food. Always, underline the always. I'm the type of person that eat the best part of food the last and he's the reverse of me. Today, we have a breakfast in Jason's restaurant. I ordered a red velvet cake and the unique thing about this red velvet cake is that there is a square hole that fill with cream cheese which is the best part ever. He took it. Now I'm glaring at him

With the baking process nearing completion, Isabella's excitement bubbled forth, evident in her tone as she exclaimed, "We just need to put these in the oven, and we'll be done. I'll take care of the icing once they cool down." Her enthusiasm was contagious, and Layla couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps their actions could lead to a positive outcome. Time passed swiftly as the cookies and red velvet cake baked to perfection in the warm embrace of the oven. As the sweet treats cooled, anticipation filled the air, mingling with the warmth emanating from the kitchen.

We were sitting in my study room; I was discussing with them how to make it up to Rayne. "Rayne! She adores red velvet," Olivia elaborated. She was sitting horizontally on the dark blue recliner I had in my study. Her hair was dangling, touching the ground. Roland was sitting on the couch, in a normal position, unlike how Olivia was sitting. "Take red velvet cupcakes with you. That MIGHT make her forgive you faster," she said as she played with a long strand of her blonde hair, twirling it around her fingers, while she kept making bubbles with the gum she was chewing.

“Told you. Hidden gem. No paparazzi, no gluten guilt.” We were barely seated before the owner, a cheerful woman with curly grey hair and frosting smudged on her apron, brought out four little sample plates: red velvet, chocolate truffle, strawberry swirl, and vanilla bean with raspberry center. “Okay,” Lucas said, grabbing a fork with childlike glee, “no judgment if I make inappropriate noises while eating.” I laughed. “As long as you don’t cry over cake, we’re good.” Red velvet was first. Moist, creamy, not too sweet. Then the chocolate truffle—so rich it should’ve come with a warning. Lucas groaned dramatically.

The waiter replied before sauntering off. Kyrian waited for just a few minutes, he rubbed his hands in excitement as his order arrived. One of the things he loved about Hilton restaurant was their aptness in response. The cake looked so red and inviting. If it was allowed in the culinary language, it can be said to be sexy. Kyrian picked up the fork placed next to the plate to dissect it and he lunged into it savoring the flavor. After three bites in the red velvet cake, he decided to let his brain rummage through the happening of the night.