Eclair Cookie Run Novels & Stories

“I want to reach out to my mate and booty call him. But since you don’t want to do that, I need to spend this energy elsewhere.” “Okay?” “I need to run.” “We’ve never done it alone.” “I need to run now!” “Just let me get out of the pack house.” I wrapped my towel tighter around myself and skimped out into the kitchen. I made it to the French doors that led outside. Crack, snap, pop. My bones burned with each break, but I didn’t have time to think as Circe pushed herself forward.

Scarlett The restaurant Elijah had chosen, L’Éclipse, was a masterclass in understated power. Tucked behind a discreet limestone facade, it opened into a sanctuary of obsidian floors and tiered crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen rain. Every table was a private island, shielded by high-backed velvet booths and partitions of frosted glass etched with gold leaf. It was a place designed for the elite to disappear, where the air was thick with the scent of white lilies and expensive oud.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on

*****************************POV: Mack************************* --- 2:10 a.m. The numbers blinked on the screen in front of me like a dare. The signal came early. Ten minutes earlier than usual. Ten minutes off a rhythm that Claire had built with surgical precision. Claire didn’t do random. If she changed something, it meant something. And that terrified me more than silence. “Run it again,” I said hoarsely.

The cafe is almost closed, Delice wrote a report while Sirius cleaned the coffee machine. "No Remus!" Delice replied, "can I go home a little bit sooner...?" Delice asked permission to go straight home at Cafe closing hours. "Alright, I and Sirius also have to go home early too!" "Huh ...? Why Remus?" Said Sirius confused. He got no idea what his cousin meant. "To Campus Sirius, the mission.. finding a human wife!" "Ah yeah Boss ..!" Sirius said excitedly. "Good luck, hope you can catch one beautiful girl, good-bye ..." Delice said with a faint smile.

"Aphrodite can fly,” whispered Claire into Leon's ear. "So?" Leon asked, confused. Claire quickly took out the digital screen from her hand, making a sound that caught the Minotaur's attention. "Claire! What are you doing?" Leon asked in panic. The Minotaur ran fast with heavy steps thudding the ground. His snorting breath sounded louder. Leon panicked, while Claire randomly chose the buttons that display different images. Leon doesn't know what Claire was looking for.

"Please, eat it, ma'am. I know you like sweet things, so I made it extra sweet for you, ma'am." He turned to her, "I will get you a cup of coffee in the relaxation center." He bowed to her and left. Claire went to where he dropped the bag and opened it. She brought out a paper box from the paper bag and opened it to behold some cookies. They were different from the type he baked last night. These had shapes of moons, stars, diamonds, and everything was neatly decorated, telling of how gently Finn must have decorated them. Claire took a piece and with her butt resting on her table, she took a bite from it. It was sweet like Finn had said, and she suddenly found herself smiling with each bite

She hated being ignored. "Ih, what the hell is she doing?" Clairy snapped to herself as Renata walked past her with her coffee cup. Without realizing it, Auntie had arranged all the ingredients to make cookies. Clairy was going to make chocolate-flavored cookies. Simple ingredients, but quite delicious. In fact, it didn't even need to take an hour. She had successfully created the first batch of cookies with a chocolate and cheese topping. "Already done. Finally," Clairy muttered happily. Clairy brought her cookies to where Bastian was. Bastian was still busy at the dining table near the connecting door to the backyard, where Renata was. Sitting on his favorite swing. Renata could see Bastia

"Oh, babe, it's okay. It's my fault for not keeping you satisfied… I don't blame you. I'm just not good enough, huh?" Before he could respond, I added, "How about I grab you an éclair? That will perk you right up." Sean blinked, confused. "What's an éclair got to do with anything?" Suppressing a smirk, I patiently explained, "Our éclairs aren't just popular because they taste good. They're actually really beneficial for men, too." He glanced at the long line of customers outside, his expression skeptical. I pouted and put on my best offended look.

On her way back to the flat she stopped at a bakery and bought two éclairs. It was almost dark as she opened the rusty gate. No lights were on in their flat. Clare thought nothing of it, but was a little disappointed that she would have to wait to eat her éclair. Perhaps she would eat hers straight away anyway. Whistling, she pushed open the door, turned on the light, tossed the pastries on to the table and made straight for the studio to put her painting gear away. There was an ominous crunching sound as she opened this door with her hip. Something must have fallen against the other side. She flicked the light switch with her elbow, and the sight which greeted her this time rooted her to th