Dark Cacao Cookie Run Novels & Stories

“Nope! Too basic. You're more sophisticated than that, Carson. You're having orange with chocolate chips and sprinkles.” I looked at her. “Is that even possible?” “At Scoopy-Doo, anything is possible.” She winked and I was amazed at how even though I couldn't see half of her face, she was still so fucking perfect. Inside it was like a fairy and a unicorn had a baby and that baby met a pixie and decided to go around the world spreading happiness. The walls were covered in pictures of fluffy clouds and even though it was almost 9.30 the place had a good number of customers.

Chris swore that he could feel the woman beside him screeching deep inside. “I enjoyed the coffee and the cake.” Damien started. “I-I was the one who baked that cake.” Chris’ classmate answered. Damien smiled sweetly, “Is that so? You’re really good.” “Thank you. I’m Alanna.” “I’m Cole.” The demon introduced himself with his fake identity then turned to Chris, “I’ll go explore the other booths. See you around.” The demon went away from their booth and that is the only time Chris could breathe comfortably. It was a faint feeling unlike in the past but Chris knew that the demon just fed.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

"I don't care about your comfort." "I am telling you I am going to make a mistake," I insisted, the blinding glare of the noon sun beating down on the exposed concrete until my vision swam. "Let me just clear fifty random crates from the north dock instead. That will give your runners enough product to move by midnight." "No," Cassius commanded, his gravelly voice dropping an octave as he stepped directly into my path. "You will learn the tactile difference of the water-refined batches today, Obi. You don't leave this grid until you can spot the purity blind."

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

It wasn’t the strangers, the shadows, or even fate itself. It was me. My surrender. My obsession. My choice to let him consume me, even when I knew it was reckless, dangerous, and forbidden. Even as he disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling and breathless, I knew the truth: the collision of desire and danger had changed everything. My world, my heart, my body, my mind—everything was consumed by the fire he ignited. Some obsessions aren’t meant to be tamed. Some desires aren’t meant to be denied. And some people… are impossible to resist, impossible to escape, and impossible to forget.

I asked, going back to the deal he proposed. Alpha Ronan smiled and held out his hand which was holding his family crest. “This crest contains all the darkest secrets of my pack. Our weaknesses. The betrayal that we made. The crime that we committed. That stone has everything that you can use against us. If I fail to fulfill my promise then give this to the Palace Priestess and let the whole Kingdom know every dark secret that my pack hides,” ‘Don’t you dare accept his offer, Arabella! Accepting his deal means betraying, Lucien! Our mate!’ Aurora protested.

He walked through the dark night, his hands in his pockets, moving like a night owl. His mind was crowded with thoughts, but he was trying to fight them off. After walking for about 15 minutes, he sat down near the footpath. Eventually, he went into a nearby bar where everyone was dancing. He entered, found a table, and draped his black coat over the chair. He wanted to talk to someone and even took out his phone but then put it away. Although he had never drunk before, tonight he felt the urge to. He signaled the waiter and asked for a glass. When the waiter brought it, he downed it in one gulp.

Emma was anxious and scared. "They're not real birds. Our resistance will be meaningless!" I replied as I drove them away. "We just need to run Em! A few meters ahead of us is a small cave and we can take shelter there." We held hands and shouted for help. But our voices only echoed through the dense trees. No one heard us. Fighting the birds was a waste of energy. They were just part of the dark witch's evil spell. The only way to save myself was to find a proper hiding place.

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M