Dark Chocolate Cookie Run Novels & Stories

If the Run wasn’t such a horrible event for she-wolves, this forest would make a lovely place for young wolves to meet with others and fall in love. “Do you think the Run will ever end?” I ask, turning to look at Caden only to find his emerald eyes already trained on me. “I do. I have a feeling this will be the last Run by the end of today.” He answers, his eyes holding a flame of determination within them. Something deep inside me tells me that this is the truth and hope for a better future for all she-wolves lights inside me. After a moment of silence spanning between us, Caden leads me back into the cave where we find Amelia awake and dividing up the left over food. Taking a seat on the m

"Yes, baby. But I'll be back before you know it. I promise." Pascal's bottom lip jutted out. "But it's Saturday. You're not supposed to work on Saturday." Where had he heard that? Oh. Right. From Nikolai, not ten minutes ago. "I know, sweetheart, but sometimes work needs me even on weekends. That's what being chief secretary means." She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Tell you what… I'll bring you a Speedy Fudge. Would that make it better?" Pascal's eyes lit up immediately. Speedy Fudge was one of Lancaster Group's most popular chocolate products…a rich, creamy bar with caramel swirls that Pascal absolutely adored.

Then, he leaned back and said, “It’s so-so.” He saw Charlie frown, but Adrian dismissed it and reached out for a cookie. He took a bite and had to swallow a moan! The crisp edge gave way to a soft, chewy center, and the bittersweet chocolate melted on his tongue! Then came the nutty crunch of the pistachio, a perfect mix of saltiness and sweetness. It was the best-tasting cookie he had ever tried! However, he dared not express it. Instead, Adrian said, “It’s not bad.”

I said, my voice flat. Rachel swallowed, looking a little green. “Right. Thorough. Got it.” She took a deep breath, visibly trying to rally. “Well! Even broody, intense communing slash killing probably works up an appetite, right? I brought cookies! Mrs. Peterson, the cook, made her famous chocolate chip ones. They’re, like, guaranteed to make even the darkest day a little brighter.” She held out the basket. The smell of warm chocolate chip cookies, so incongruous in this setting of blood and death, was actually..tempting.

“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.

If she could eliminate her, Andreas would go down. On hearing that, Deitalyn, Anna and a few other sorceresses and witches had volunteered to make cookies. Cookies that repulsed any supernatural from a mile away. Andreas had just returned from distributing them to be sold by a few vendors he knew. The way it was made, it would be irresistible to any human that came by them.

The place is heaven for chocolate lovers. “Mom, I want that chocolate, that one, that one. Come on, Mom. We’ll take it,” shouted Keyla, can’t wait to try all the chocolates there. “Let’s go, let’s try one by one,” Camellia said. At first they went to the chocolate cookies section because there were many types of Cookies with cute cartoon shapes such as Spongebob, Smurfs, Winny the Pooh, Hello Kitty and so on. “Mommy, I want to go down and choose the chocolate myself,” asked Keyla.

I chimed. He chuckles softly. "And I'm excited for Leon's signature hot chocolate milk drink with mallows. They're the best. He makes really good at that and Scarlet's cookies. They're like grandma Santa and and grandpa Santa." I laughed while I try to cover my mouth, trying not to wake the kids as I giggle inwardly. "Then I can't want to taste that really soon." He chuckles, "Yeah, it's your favorites." "And Ben's." I added.

I was a little jealous I hadn’t found any in my mailbox. “Hell no.” He snagged them from my hand and immediately began to unwrap the package for himself. “I hadn’t tried them yet because I had no idea who they were from; they could’ve been laced with anything. But now that I know they’re safe—” He lifted his forearm to block me when I tried to reach for one. “Back off, woman. Chocolate chip’s my favorite.” As he popped the first cookie in, I lifted my eyebrows with challenge. He demolished two before my narrow-eyed glare won him over. With a put-upon sigh, he rolled his eyes and held up the bag. “Okay, fine. We can share.”

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said