Novel & Cerita Dark Cacao Cookie

Every evening: his massive frame curled around mine on the furs, claws retracted, voice low and rumbling stories of ancient northern wars until my eyelids grew heavy and the nightmares stayed away. He never once asked for anything in return. Not gratitude. Not submission. Not even the title he’d once offered like a crown forged in hellfire. And right now, feeling good—actually good, the kind of good that settles warm in your chest instead of clawing at your throat—I didn’t know what to do for him. So I decided to make him heartwarming cookies. Nothing fancy. Just simple vanilla dough, brown sugar, chunks of dark chocolate that would melt into gooey pockets—the way my mother used to when I ca

It made sense given how cranky all these people would be without good coffee. “Everything is on the house today, so get whatever you would like,” Diego told us. He just had to go and say that because now I wanted one of everything. The aromas were damn near orgasmic, so I could only imagine how good everything would taste. I ordered a large white chocolate mocha and blackberry scone. I might have to sneak back down here later depending on how easy it would be to sneak out. I could get Kade to darken the room so they would not see me. Then they would know it was me unless I enlisted the help of others.

“Please pardon me, Calla. Would you please elaborate on the ingredients you used to make this cake?” Calla grins at her instantly definitely happy that one of us was paying attention to the detailed ingredients. “Certainly, sweetie! To give it that warm, cozy flavor, we use ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice. Additionally, we added a premium combination of Colombian coffee and deep, dark chocolate to make the mocha buttercream. Honestly, it’s a match made in cake heaven.”

“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.

Cookies with melted chocolate? My mouth watered. *** Taking a whale sized bite on my favorite almond cookies covered in melted dark chocolate, I closed my eyes. A moan left me. "I have never tried it this way before. But it looks like it's gonna be my favorite thing from now on," Oliver said with his mouth full of cookies. "I know right. It's the best combination!" It's been ten minutes since we were devouring the chocolates and cookies, away from all the politicians. The president was here and Duncan was busy with him in a corner. Though his stubborn eyes were on me most of the time.

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

Then she turned and walked out of the room. I picked up a peanut butter cookie and Daniel chuckled, “Those are still your favorite?” I smiled, “Yes and so are sugar cookies.” Daniel laughed, “I’m glad I asked her to make them.” Jace asked, “Lacey, what about you? What’s your favorite cookie?” She smiled, “I’m all about the chocolate. I love chocolate cookies with chocolate chunks.” He laughed, “I’m the same way. Except I love No-Bake cookies.”

"Come have a look for yourself.” She stepped out of the way, and made hand gestures, motioning me to go have a look for myself. I opened the oven and pulled out a tray... What the actual fuck! They were actually different batches of them, with most of them being my favorite; brown chocolate cookies, and the others, white chocolate cookies. “Oh, my world!” I gasped, taking in the tantalizing sight before me. "I would need you to take a bite and give me your review.” She kept her grin. I bet she was loving the moment.

I lied for my good, even though I was well aware of the story behind the scene but I kept it low, I had to be sure first than to accuse my lucky charm for nothing good, “You have hell of things hidden here,” I said, looking around to check out the whole studio, it had a touch of antique aesthetics; can say the perfect combination of woods and scent of paper was boosting it immensely while the warmth complimented the whole room. “Yes, It’s true. I have many jewels buried in here, that is why no one is permissible to cross the door, I should tell you’re the first one.” My eyes again caught his face, he there passed a wink.

"Uhm... sir, if this is for Ace, we can just grab any of them. I mean, they're all basically the same cake with... the same color." "Permit me, mademoiselle, but they are most certainly not the same!" the chef interjected, his thick French accent rising in mock offense as he raised a gloved hand. "Each cake is crafted with completely different cocoa bean varieties and fruit infusions..." He gestured proudly to the top shelf. "And most importantly, no two share the same shade of brown!"