Dark Chocolate Cookie Run Novels & Stories

"Half cup granulated sugar, three-quarter brown sugar, one teaspoon salt, half cup unsalted butter, one egg, one teaspoon vanilla extract, one and a quarter cups of all-purpose flour, half teaspoon of baking soda, milk and dark chocolate chunks" Emilia recited. She had everything she needed to make chocolate chip cookies. Max would be back soon and she was going to surprise him with them. Mel had done almost all the chores, Gwen and TC were babysitting Gaby, Doug was nowhere to be seen and Thea was probably busy looking for Lisandra. With nothing left to do, she had decided to keep herself busy by baking. Even though Max had put a price on Lisandra's head, it didn't mean they were going to f

"Come have a look for yourself.” She stepped out of the way, and made hand gestures, motioning me to go have a look for myself. I opened the oven and pulled out a tray... What the actual fuck! They were actually different batches of them, with most of them being my favorite; brown chocolate cookies, and the others, white chocolate cookies. “Oh, my world!” I gasped, taking in the tantalizing sight before me. "I would need you to take a bite and give me your review.” She kept her grin. I bet she was loving the moment.

We waited for 20 minutes just to take our orders. Then there's the Dominique Ansel Bakery (famous for the world-renowned cronut creation), who serves a more traditional cup. This hot chocolate is a city favorite, and is topped with a marshmallow flower. You know it’s wintertime when it’s 4:30 and it looks this dark outside. Ugetsu had a meeting with his manager so we head home early.

Who doesn’t love them? She goes back into the kitchen and approaches Becca, one of the cooks for help with finding the right ingredients to bake chocolate chip cookies- she heard from Alexis that they are Devilio’s favorites. Alexis does know a lot of things. The kitchen is large enough to allow thirty maids to do their thing without disturbing one another. The baking is in full gear and in three hours, with the help of thirty-seven other maids aside from Becca who joined them excitedly, they bake up to six thousand cookies- enough for Devilio’s one thousand and five hundred soldiers to snack on.

The woman’s offer almost made my mouth drool, their cookies’ smell hit my nostrils from outside the shop, and having smelled them up close, they just seemed to tingle a sense of want in me, I nodded biting my bottom lip to prevent my smile from widening. “Take a seat dear” the woman smiled at my reaction, amusement filling her expression. “And here’s some hot chocolate to warm your insides as well” the old man said softly, he put a white mug filled with hot chocolate and marshmallows as the old woman brought a white plate with three hand sized cookies, these were the largest cookies that I’ve ever seen, the ones in the palace were small ones and I was never allowed to have more than one or o

“They’re figuring it out now. I believe there was something said about black velvet with a chocolate alcoholic of some sort ganache and strawberry something.” Knuckles chuckled. “You mean a black velvet with a Meletti Cioccolato chocolate liqueur ganache and strawberry compote.” “Yeah, that.” “It’s damned good. She’s also been practicing with a cannoli recipe.” “Damn, your life must suck.” Cookie declared. “Mine? Horrible. How are your women?” Knuckles grinned at the large dark man. It was common knowledge that he and Karan had moved out of their carriage house and into the apartment above the bookstore. The reason it was common knowledge was because more than one of the single brothers had

I snap out of my whirlwind thoughts and step away from him. “Uh, the, um, cookies should be ready now,” I stammer as I clear my throat. I bend to open the oven and pull the fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies out. I place them on the island and grab a spatula to place them on the cooling rack. Before I can say anything, Asher picks up one of the cookies. “Smells amazin’! I love chocolate chip!” He pops the entire cookie into his mouth before I can warn him not to. “Fuck! Hot!” he yelps, while still chewing the freshly baked cookie.

Cookies with melted chocolate? My mouth watered. *** Taking a whale sized bite on my favorite almond cookies covered in melted dark chocolate, I closed my eyes. A moan left me. "I have never tried it this way before. But it looks like it's gonna be my favorite thing from now on," Oliver said with his mouth full of cookies. "I know right. It's the best combination!" It's been ten minutes since we were devouring the chocolates and cookies, away from all the politicians. The president was here and Duncan was busy with him in a corner. Though his stubborn eyes were on me most of the time.

On the prep table, I had three options laid out: Mini lemon meringue tartlets — light, airy, and bright enough to awaken the palate. Almond shortbread cookies — buttery, delicate, with just enough crumble to melt on the tongue. Dark chocolate raspberry cake bites — rich but bite-sized, indulgent without being overwhelming. Cinnamon sugar cookies — warm, fragrant, and comforting; a classic addition. Each one had been tested, tweaked, and retested, but still, I found myself fussing over them. Adjusting the height of the meringue peaks. Checking the snap of the shortbread. Making sure the ganache glistened just right under the lights.

Dimitri asked raising his eyebrows, he focused his eyes on Rene, the girl then smiled broadly. "Mmh, I understand a little, but I'm having trouble because of your accent! Is he a Werewolf too?" Rene replied. "That's enough... Yes, he's a werewolf who works in an ordinary human government office!" Sandro interrupted, "what do you want to drink? Espresso?" Sandro had already raised his hand to call the waiter. He asked one of the waiters to come to their table, Sandro said his order was in quick Italian. Sandro ordered two espressos.