Dark Cacao Cookie Run Novels & Stories

"YOU LACK STAMINA FOR A WOLF. We're not supposed to stop. Ever. You're not supposed to get tired after a day of running; running is enjoyable, never painful, it's a hobby for your wolf- Are you even listening to me, Ace?" Michael growled out, and she snapped back to attention.

Once in a while I had the nightmares but He never came to me at the end. We only came back here because I signed a Horror film contract with Voltage production but I didn't know they were going to be shooting at Cress heights. Which now that I think about it makes sense because the town is fucking creepy. As a Witch you'd think I'd be used to all these craziness but I'm not. "Then we'll just do a spell to block your subconscious." Katie says with a shrug and I glare at her. "That's not an option. You know what Granny said about that." I tell her. I did think about it before but Granny warned us about it. Blocking my Subconscious was dangerous. I could die in my sleep. I have no idea why Kati

I could not tell how long he had been observing us. Out of the blue, Francis said, "Bernard, let's make a thrilling bet." Bernard arched an eyebrow. "On what?" "The drug supply chain in Westborough," Francis said. "Ha! You know that's not what I'm after." Bernard turned to look at me, and all eyes followed. "If I win, Natalie's mine for the night."

The king thinks for a moment within his collective thoughts he realizes that the scroll is in code. Once the king realizes the pattern, he turns the paper over so that he could see the symbols from the back. Though now the patterns and how they are placed are reversed. Malakai grabs a feathered pen from the right side of the alter and brings the head of the ink tip to the top right of the scroll. Quickly, he draws the first rune, bear. The next thing he would draw is a helm though he places this drawing across rather than downward. The two newly drawn rune starts to shimmer a green color, thus confirming their pattern. Next, he draws in the black sun and once the ink hits the page, the drawi

I came to my senses and quickly explained to him, "No, Darcy. I will do it! It's just that you said you and I would hold the bonding ceremony. I was too happy to utter a word." "Are you really willing to go to jail for me and bear the charge of murder?" Darcy repeated it again. His growl sounded a bit complicated. "Yes, I do." I nodded numbly, even as my wolf trembled with fear. However, he fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly howling with laughter. "Come out. I won the bet." Instantly, many more electric torch lights came from the nearby woods. A group of werewolves emerged. I knew they were all friends of Darcy.

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.”

But with our current predicament, even bread was considered a luxury we couldn't afford. “Hello, welcome to— oh Arielle, it’s you.” May, Agnes’ granddaughter, said from her place behind the counter. “Here for your box of chocolate cookies?” To anybody else, a box of chocolate cookies met exactly what they were: a box of chocolate cookies, but not really. Only a few knew the true nature of the owner and the store, and they used codes to make special requests when others were around. What most saw was an innocent little café that sold the best baked goods, but the truth was that it was all a cover. The nice granny that ran it was a witch, and what she really dealt with was illegal stuff, like

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

"Yeah, and they're delicious but they're not the main focus of the company 'cause the profit margin is kinda low. Understandably, you don't know this since you've just entered the company. Lucas has a special fondness for the snacks manufactured under his company 'cause Anya has always loved those snacks so Lucas made sure the snacks are well-made." As he was saying that, Jason picked up a shopping basket and threw some of the snacks in before opening a bag of cookies for Corinne to try. "This is one of the classic sandwich cookies by Rivera Group. Do you want to try?" Corinne accepted the cookie and her eyes shrank to pinpoint size with just one bite. 'This taste, it's so familiar.' She fe