Dark Cacao Cookie Run Novels & Stories

"I made some cookies. Would you like to taste them?" I looked at the tray full of chocolate cookies. Yummy! I was so hungry. We spend the entire day at the Nightwalker pack. We got the pack members to start doing their chorus while we went to talk to Catalina, "Are you sure you don't want to be the Luna anymore?" Damon asked her, and she smiled.

Pushing me down the route it wants me to take. Jim was panting and his lungs were beginning to burn. He wasn’t in the best shape and the running was taking its toll. Halfway down the new path he saw the grave. He recognised it instantly. The gravestone was unique; Jim knew every inch of it intimately. The moment he saw it he knew why the thing in the ground had guided him here.

Dre got out of bed still in his underwear. Ethan sat in the sitting room, wearing running clothes and a white towel over his shoulder. “Where are we running to?” Dre asked, shocked. “It’s time for your morning run. Your schedule requires you to keep your feet moving,” Jax said, showing his tablet. “Are we wizards or something? This is 5 a.m.!” Dre exclaimed. “It’s not midnight—it’s 5 a.m. You’ll get used to it,” Jax said. The door opened, and another woman entered. Her eyes met Jax’s briefly before she looked away; they clearly had some tension.

With renewed determination, I was thankful for the Love Doctor potion while I merrily made my way back home a new woman… A soon-to-be Luna! A few hours later, I entered my humble abode, and a wicked grin played upon my lips as I headed straight to my kitchen. It was time to set my plan into motion, to bake the tempting morsels that would carry the enchantment of Ashburn. Carefully, I blended the charm into the batter, infusing each cookie with the power to awaken Damon's hidden desires. When I was done it was morning, hence I immediately took them to Alpha Damon's office and gave them to him, he gladly accepted them because he thought I was there to apologize about my last encounter with him

My heart still races from the exhilaration of the fight, pounding against my chest as I watch Octavia flee. From me. I watch her wolf disappear beneath the overgrown brush, the ebony fur rippling as she ran. Her little pet shoots me a dark look, baring his teeth before bounding after her. He shifts mid-air, his lithe fox form slipping beneath the brush. I let them go. Dominic would be hot on their heels soon enough. And where else would they go? They had nowhere to run where I couldn’t find them.

The two smile as they can now move freely and can quickly wrap up the food. At exactly 8:30 pm when they finished, they already prepared the food and fixed the decorations. They were sitting on the couch minding all their own businesses while waiting for the celebrant and Aminah’s aunt when suddenly there was a loud banging in the kitchen followed by the sound of plate breaking that startled everyone. “What was that? Is there a thief?” Pia scaredly looks at the way in the kitchen. They suddenly look at each other and see who will stand up first and lead the way to peek into the kitchen. Aminah decided to get up the courage to stand up and took the big pipe behind the door. Behind her were th

He handed Christian one of the cups and Christian took a sip. “It’s cocoa!” Christian yelled, excited. Renee smiled. She took a sip of hers. It was really good cocoa. Jesse had made it a little sweeter than it needed to be, but that was the way she liked it. She smiled at him. He smiled back. She wondered if he had thought about her honeymoon proposal. He hadn’t mentioned it afterward. She hadn’t wanted to push.

Damon said, leaning back on his elbows, “are we winning the ‘best day ever’ competition yet?” Max looked up from his rock tower and beamed, that gap in his teeth on prominent display. “Maybe if we can have dessert.” Damon laughed and reached into the picnic basket. “You drive a hard bargain, kid.” He pulled out a container of chocolate chip cookies, and Max’s face lit up. “Now it’s the best day,” he said, abandoning his rocks to grab a cookie. Jane stirred at the mention of dessert. “Cookie?” she slurred. Chuckling, I smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Yes, love. Uncle Damon brought cookies.”

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”