Eclair Cookie X Tea Knight Cookie Novels & Stories

Ryan nibbled on the rest of the cookie in his hand, commenting casually, “What if it has poison in it? You might die eating it carelessly.” Darius narrowed his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows, starting at him and the cookie on his hand, “YOU will be the first to die, haha,” he chuckled, taking the mini éclair from the blue box. His friend took the entire box on his lap after Darius took the dessert, rustling to see if there’s anything else, mumbling, “There should be some note or…” Darius was so busy devouring the sweetness of the éclair, he didn’t notice what his friend was doing or saying, but his fantasy broke as soon as he heard Ryan yelling, “It’s Luke. Look here, Darius. Luke sent it.”

“Let’s go before she drags us there by force.” We end up at a little neon-lit shop on the corner, sticky floors and rainbow sprinkles everywhere. Kenzie orders something violently pink with gummy worms sticking out. Claire gets mint chocolate chip, Aaron orders plain vanilla—of course he does—and I go for cookies and cream, which immediately wins me “coolest grown-up” status with Kenzie.

Faera explained to Barrett, she’s supposed to be the one to punish Cliverio, however, her past action cannot be at fault as well, it was for the best. “Had I known he would be in such a state, I should have snapped his head at that time.” Barrett smiled to console her friend. “Regretting it won’t help, however you have a reason why you did that right?” “As expected, only Barrett can understand.” Both girls felt the weight on their chest has been lifted, then two other girls entered the tea room with cheerful faces. “We’re here and we brought some cookies! It was the limited edition that was released by Eddie and Yngs pastries!” Mielle immediately brought out the freshly baked cookies and the

"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

“Do you like the tea? The scone? Do you want a cookie too?” Wren was frozen in indecision. Yes. To all of it. If he said yes, it was just giving Jackson more power over him. The ability to take away something that he knows Wren likes. Wren heard a grunt and glanced up in time to see Kia removing her elbow from Jackson’s side. Jackson’s let out a slow breath. “Eat one of each then tell me your favorite.” The choice was taken out of Wren’s hands. He ate one of each. The chocolate chip cookies were soft, but a little too sweet. There were a little too many chips in them. The peach filled was again, a little too sweet when compared with the honey lemon.

Columba Rajadi took one of the four pieces of moon cakes and smelt it for a while. “This is coffee flavor, isn’t it?” Columba Rajadi was full of curiosity what flavors of moon cakes Queenie Qamra had baked. “Yeah… That brown one is coffee flavor… This green one is green tea flavor… The orange one is orange flavor of course… And this red one is pinky rose flavor… Hope you’ll like them… Some of my maids have tasted them and they said they liked them…” said Queenie Qamra still enthusiastically. Out of a sudden, there came Apollo Frias from behind his wife. Without being realized by those two women, Apollo Frias had been standing behind his wife.

Right then, Reina smiled and said, "Ever since Mr. Edwards learned how to bake cookies, he'd come over and help Ms. Surra bake cookies for every New Year." Sherry and Harry exchanged a look. Sherry praised, "You knead the dough really well, Mr. Edwards." "Thank you for the compliment." After that, Carl noticed that the cookies Yuna was making seemed different from what he had learned. Curious, he asked, "Surra, what flavor of cookies is this?" "This is for making shortbread cookies. The flavor would be oatmeal raisin." Yuna suddenly remembered something. "You've never tried this kind of cookie before. I'll bake a few more just for you to try first later, alright?"

She stared at both their hands holding each other, feeling her whole body heat up as they both walked into the vintage like building of the so said eatery or teashop. There was no one inside. Yara slowly pulled the helmet off her head, using her other hand to run through her hair as she took a quick glance at the shop, dim lights illuminated the whole place and a huge poster which read MOURNING TEA hung on the wall. Her face paled. "This place looks like a hunted store. You sure it's really we're at the right place?" She gripped his palms tightly, giving a once-over at his calm expression. "Relax Teqs. I'm not out to kill you." he said with a small chuckle, going over to ring a bell that was

She places two cups of tea on the coffee table along with a simple white ceramic teapot and a crystal glass three-tier cake holder full of delicious miniature cakes, vanilla muffins, fruit tarts and chocolate chip cookies before she left. -"Guayusa Tea provides your body with balance and energy, which I believe will help you recover. And, please call me Elijah." He says while pouring some tea and I thank him for it. "Naomi dear, please allow me to appeal to your kindness. It will humor me if you forgive Matthew for taking Susie as his Luna. The pressure I placed on his shoulder was inequitable. I also hope, as the daughter of an Alpha yourself, you can understand, sometimes as leaders, we ar

We both have a lot to work on. “We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter. “There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop. “They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs. Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.