Dark Chocolate Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The flavors were a bit odd, but I wasn’t afraid to try new things. My fingers skated over the pint of Rhubarb & Ginger Crumble to a container of Caramel Sticky Toffee Pudding. They lingered there for a few seconds as my eyes darted over to one labeled Death by Chocolate. More than once I’ve seen Damon sneaking his way down here to grab some in the middle of the night. He was addicted to the stuff. I would’ve expected it from Knight, but not Damon. I could feel Caius’s eyes on me. Everything about the man was so damn consuming. Even his stare felt like its own physical presence.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

Lila's POV Against all odds, the cookies actually turned out amazing. The warm scent of melted chocolate and vanilla was still clinging to my hair as I walked down the quiet corridor of the ground floor, carrying the heavy ceramic plate with both hands, staring down at the golden-brown cookies with a ridiculous amount of pride. They didn't look anything like the lumpy, half-burnt disaster I'd almost created before Lucien rolled up his sleeves and rescued the batch.

—Lucca smiled— —Alright, Kate. Tell me, what are you looking for? —Bastien wants to work, so he asked me to bring up his laptop. —Right away. —Lucca... —Mmm? —What happened to my order? —Ah, we have it ready. —I want it tomorrow morning. —As you wish. —Go upstairs with Bastien. I’ll go to the kitchen. —Alright —Lucca went up with Bastien while Kate went to the kitchen. She looked for all the ingredients to make cookies, but she was missing chocolate chips. She sent a message to Lucca to get some, who replied immediately: “I’m on it.”

“Only if you keep stealing them before anyone else gets a chance!” “Guilty as charged,” I admit, stealing a cookie off the plate and taking a bite. It’s soft and sweet, with just the right amount of frosting. “Mmm, so worth it!” As I savor the moment, a flutter of wings draws my attention. Evangeline flits by, her shimmering presence impossible to ignore. She carries a tray piled high with chocolate desserts, her smile radiant. “Who wants some chocolate mousse?” she calls out, her voice melodic, like a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. “It is werewolf and allergy safe.”

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

“Here. Taste it. When you return to your room, I'm afraid you still won't eat anything. So eat a few pieces of this to calm my mind, hmm?” Sashal glares at the cookies. They are chocolate cookies with sesame seed caps. Not a combination one would find at Southern Olf. Indicating that his mother may have made this, or at least, it was cookies specialized in Northern. It was something valuable that shouldn't be given to a random person if he even kept it in his jacket. And yet, he offered it to Sashal? Everything Rohan did to Sashal made her even more annoyed. She felt her stomach drop. She couldn't bear it anymore and cried out.

He seemed to be trying to act as if that was his car, not the black one. Now was my chance. The whole time here, I was coming up with ways to figure out how to get them not to follow us when we leave. “Oh my god, that milkshake went right through me. I am going to run to the bathroom real quick. Excuse me,” I tell them.

Throwing on my nude heels and some jewellery to compliment my outfit, I walk out of our suite to hunt down my mate. I walk down the stairs and through the lobby, catching the scent of delicious cookies coming from the kitchens. I detour in and swipe a cookie while the cooks pretend to look away. Smiling I say thank you before I turn around and leave. Mmm this cookie is delicious – chocolate peanut butter … one of my favourites. I am beginning to realize anything with chocolate and peanut butter combined is my all-time favourite.

Well, we were two attractive people, that might not be the case with most of their customers who could afford the service. They had some soft cloths in case we came apart, which seemed likely. But I retained enough tumescence to stay in Li and plug the hole for the rest of the meal. After our climax it was time for dessert. We had a tray with these incredibly thin cookies with a dollop of ice cream enclosed in this wonderful thin shell of coffee-flavored "just short of bitter" dark chocolate. The ice creams included an intense vanilla flavored with a dollop of cream sherry liquor in the center, a strawberry that I swear tasted more like a strawberry than any fruit I had every had, an apricot