Dark Chocolate Cookie Run Novels & Stories

I tossed the leftover cookies into the bushes, watching them disappear among the leaves. On my way to call Draven over, I couldn’t stop grinning. Every step I took, I reminded myself just how brilliant my plan was. Everything had gone exactly the way I wanted it. Every tiny detail, every little move was perfect. I could almost hear the gears turning in my own head, and I loved it. I had drugged the chocolate chip ones, mixed them carefully among the plain buttered cookies, I picked up a buttered one myself and ate, so she wouldn’t suspect anything.

One sunny afternoon, as Theo and Mama Hazel bustled about the kitchen, preparing another batch of their signature chocolate chip cookies, Theo's eyes lit up with a new idea. He paused in his cookie-making tasks and turned to Mama Hazel with a hopeful expression. "Mama Hazel, can we bake cookies for Daddy Axel too? I want to surprise him with a special treat when he comes home from work," Theo's voice was filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Chocolate chip cookies?" Ramona nodded enthusiastically, her pain momentarily forgotten in anticipation of the decadent treat. The two of them made their way to the kitchen, Lady Mary immediately donning an apron and setting to work. Ramona, her movements cautious and tender, measured out the ingredients as Lady Mary whisked them together, the gentle rhythm of her motions filling the cozy space. The heavenly aroma of baking cookies soon drifted through the house, stirring a shared sense of eagerness between the pair. As the cookies emerged from the oven, golden and inviting, Lady Mary and Ramona exchanged a look of pure delight. The first bite, a blissful blend of gooey chocolate and butter

Piper had asked me to make some of my ‘famous’ mint chocolate chip cookies and send them to her. Sleep hadn’t been coming easily over the past week that I stayed here in the Gamma suite, so I figured that I’d get the cookies done tonight so that I could mail them off tomorrow. We had all of the ingredients here except for the peppermint extract, which was a key component. I knew that there was some down in the packhouse’s kitchen. Hopefully, I could sneak right in and right back out. I had just climbed onto the counter to grab the extract when I realized that it had been a futile hope.

Then she turned and walked out of the room. I picked up a peanut butter cookie and Daniel chuckled, “Those are still your favorite?” I smiled, “Yes and so are sugar cookies.” Daniel laughed, “I’m glad I asked her to make them.” Jace asked, “Lacey, what about you? What’s your favorite cookie?” She smiled, “I’m all about the chocolate. I love chocolate cookies with chocolate chunks.” He laughed, “I’m the same way. Except I love No-Bake cookies.”

“These ones have frosting shaped like baby rattles. Is this vanilla or witchcraft?” “Both,” Chelsea said. “Also, don’t eat the ones shaped like dragon eggs—those are filled with lemon-lavender. They bite back.” As more pack members and allies arrived, music played from enchanted speakers (thank you, Chelsea), and the sound of laughter filled the air. There were games—some that involved blindfolded diaper changing and one suspiciously close to axe throwing that Charlie, of all people, dominated. “Did… did he carve that diaper genie out of a tree stump?” Jax asked, slightly alarmed.

The environment was serene, Becky's focus was on the dripping chocolate liquid in the pot, she had mixed it with milk, and the color was just so amazing. She wanted to attain the perfect texture, and before she did, she was so tired, more than how she had expected it to turn out. Unknowingly, Becky had used her chocolate running fingers and brushed it on her cheek, and none of the children had bothered to tell her so. For a moment, she thought about calling Mr. Azaria for tea, at least, offer him the freshly baked cookies.

It leads to the backyard, and when I get there Lucas and Theo are sitting at the table, each with a margarita. “What did Camille send!?” Lucas asks the second he sees what’s in my hands. “Pumpkin snickerdoodles.” “In May!?” Lucas’ eyes widen. “That’s what I said. Apparently, it’s because we graduated.” “Give it up,” Lucas says holding his hands out. “Keep them away from me,” Theo says. “Every time your mom sends a batch of something, I end up five pounds heavier.” “Who said I was sharing?” Lucas jokes as he lifts the plastic. “Margaritas and pumpkin cookies, we’re kind of mixing vibes here.” “Who cares?” Lucas says through a mouthful.

"You literally walked the other way when you saw her in the corridor yesterday and you hate passing there." "I was in a hurry." "It's a lie." Arden bit into the cookie with far more aggression than the baked good deserved. It was excellent, warm, crunchy,with chunks of chocolate that melted on his tongue. Hazel had chosen well. He ate the second cookie. Then the third, fourth, fifth. Caden watched him, arms crossed. "You are eating my cookies, my sweat, I walked for it." "They are castle cookies, you could go get some in the kitchen."

RAVEN “I need you to find Rowena,” I whispered, crouching low behind the woodshed where the boy was stacking firewood. He blinked up at me, startled at first, until I held out the wrapped bundle of cookies I’d swiped from the kitchen earlier. “Tell her I have something important. But be subtle—just say I want to talk. If you do this right, I’ll get you the good stuff next time. Chocolate.” His eyes lit up with the promise, and he nodded eagerly. “I can do that. I’ll make it look like I’m just wandering.”