Dark Chocolate Cookie Run Novels & Stories

“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.

Honey, black pepper, dark chocolate. Something sweet with a sting in it. It seemed appropriate.

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.

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

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.

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

I scooped the cookie on my plate and looked at it lovingly. It's been so long my friend. I already missed you. I munched on it and let out a loud moan. Yummy. "I'm gonna eat you all" I grinned evilly as I looked at all the cookies in the table. The table was now full of cookies. How? Flynn Lockwood let me borrow his new machine and I made it rain cookies, of course. Kidding. This was the cookies Ryder, Jason, Diego, and Daniella owed me. It all looked so delicious especially it was all chocolate chip cookies. My mouth drooled just at the sight of them. And I know the students around me feel the same. It shows in their hungry eyes and drooling mouths. I feel blessed like I was the chosen one.

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.