Dark Cacao Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The next day, Callie was determined to get the sugar cookies to Enoch. She wasn’t going to be deterred. He would be walking back from the Greenhouses soon and she could catch him alone in the woods. She sneaked out of her Magical Zoology class and sat under a tree to wait for Enoch’s class to end. She carefully took out the pink box from her backpack and placed it on the ground. She opened the lid and looked over the cookies. The crushed cyanide she’d sprinkled over them looked like powdered sugar. Enoch wouldn’t suspect a thing.

I’m straddling him, thinking about how good it will feel to have the soft grass beneath the blanket, cushioning us as he drives that big cock in and out of me. “We have a problem,” Eliza says right away. “Again?” Lucas asks with a sigh and rests his forehead against mine. “What now?” “One of our venders just called and said he can’t do business with us anymore.” “Which one?” Lucas asks, reaching for the phone. “Black Feather. We’re supposed to put in an order and—” “Calm down,” Lucas tells her, “We have whiskey, right?” “Yes, but not enough to get us through tomorrow. It’s that organic shit these hipster losers want.”

A contract was drawn up and signed. When Claire and I left we went to get our nails done. I got something simple to match my dress with the ring finger a silver sparkle tone. We then got our hair done and our make up and rode back to the packhouse. We had about thirty minutes to kill before we had to get dressed and be back at the packhouse. We swung by a local coffee shop and grabed some iced coffees. I ended up getting an iced white chocolate mocha with two extra pumps of white chocolate. It was just what I needed. The cherry on top, I guess you could say, to a pretty much perfect day. We arrived at the packhouse and were greeted by some of the Omegas who took whatever bags we had. I was a

If he made himself believe that Jules had acted crazy because he was worried about my disappearance or jealous that I had found someone else, he would be confident about our chances of becoming mates in a short while, thereby granting him what he sought the most, being the Alpha of the Dark Moon pack. “I think I’m done here,” Cole said, his voice jolting me out of my reverie as I blinked several times, trying to regain my hold on reality. “What did you do?” I asked, trying to catch up on what I had lost. “I baked some more cookies,” Cole said as he wiped his hand with a towel. “Judging from the look of it, I did a pretty good job.” My eyes moved over to the table and I had to admit that he w

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.

So, I went further. In the corner, I saw a shadow. Though it seemed a bit creepy, I gathered my courage and headed towards it. When I did, I saw a familiar figure which was fully covered with blood. I was totally dumbstruck when I saw him. " Ryung? Ryung Gwan? Is that you? Hey, wake up! What happened to you?!" I cried as I held him. "What should I do now? Wake up. Please.", I whimpered as I could feel tears falling from my eyes. Why did this situation seem so familiar? His blood was delicious. It seemed to have different and special flavour. I was craving for his blood. "Wh-what am I thinking? Stop it! Please." I cried out as I found myself sinking into the thoughts that could have never app

Grant give her the remaining cookies, and she examined it. "I don't understand. This is truly Darute Metel. A white flower which shaped like a trumpet. Just a small amount of it's seed, can make us get hallucinated. Some people used this to drugged their enemy. So they became drunk and paralyzed But the dosage on these cookies was so high. It can kill someone." "Damn it!" Max tightens his grip and his heart burned with rage. Whoever do this unpleasant thing, will not escape from Max's wrath. "But, I don't know why she's acting strange like that." Grant seems confused. Because for him, Cecilia seem afraid of something. That's weird because she is a daughter from a powerful family. Nothing can

They just wanted the rich Mythril mines here for themselves! A delicious aroma snapped her out of her dark thoughts. Estelle followed it until she discovered a small bakery. Warm light spilled from its windows. A small line of customers stretched outside. Curiosity got the better of her. A few minutes later, she emerged carrying a sweet pastry dusted with sugar. She took a bite. Her eyes widened. “ It's actually good.” A small laugh escaped her. She couldn't believe something as delicious as this was sold for only nine Trunagans. Barely enough for a meal in most cities.

He came back a few minutes later with cookies and served it round. They all started to eat and talk about school. I was so distracted by thoughts of Alya and what she could have gone through that I only noticed the wolfsbane when I had already put a cookie into my mouth. As it spread through my body, I realized Josh had laced the cookies with wolfsbane. Whether they figured me out or not, I was about to find out.

Brandon Grande was the full term for that, why didn’t I think of it before, I totally forgot to pay attention to the red flag when it was all over my face, how foolish of me, how stupid, Jenna. A pool of flashbacks started heeding my way, making me realise I was stupid to ignore the initial facts, it rewound in my mind, the premiere, afterparty, the wasted man’s attack, a masked man saving me, I, handing myself to the darkness and then, the morning and the worst day of life. It was played like a movie in a thunderbolt.