Empire Cookie And Lucious Novels & Stories

And it was nice and Theo wanted more", Lucy was talking non stop as usual. She did not give Larry a chance to speak. She knew he would not impressed by the fact that Theodora had been drinking. So Lucy tried to cover up her tracks. She took one of the plates Larry had brought and tasted the food. The food was nice and she was tempted to eat the whole plate. Larry had roasted a leg of lamb and veggies. He made the sauce from the dripping of the meat. He served it with steamed bread and atchar. "Wow this is good", said Lucy munching a mouthful of the succulent meat. Larry never striked her as a good cook. He was an amazing man but being a good cook was a bonus. She vowed to herself that she

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.

Then we started the conversation properly. “I’m Alexander Lucas, the heir of the great Mr. Alexander, the real owner of the Alex Empire,” he introduced himself briefly. “Yes, I’m Vincent Isabella,” I said shortly. “Isabella, I can offer you life-changing help, but I want something in return,” he continued. “I can’t just help without anything in return. Yes, our family is well known for that,” he said calmly. Immediately, my mind spun. Eagerly, I asked, “What do you want in return?”

Not in pain—more like the emotional equivalent of someone stepping on a Lego. “...Charming... truly...” he muttered, flexing his fingers like they’d been contaminated.

"Well, well, if it isn't the one who called herself Mrs. Richmond, who ordered a two-thousand-per-table birthday banquet last time, only to have her card decline for even fifty dollars!" "I knew it," his colleague snorted. "Some people love pretending to be rich ladies. But in the end, they can't keep up the act and slink away in shame." At that, Lisa laughed derisively. "You don't have even fifty dollars to your name? No wonder you came here to make a scene." The beer-bellied man staggered forward, his narrowed eyes sliding over me and my daughter. His tone turned lewd. "Still, you have to admit, this maid has a bit of charm. And the little girl—she's a pretty one too."

For legacy. The phone in my pocket buzzed. I pulled it out, read the message, and exhaled. “Another deserter sighting?” Matteo asked. “No,” I smiled. “Luciano sent cookies. Homemade. From Prague.” Luca blinked. “Wait, he bakes now?” “Apparently grief looks good on him,” I murmured. We all laughed. It didn’t fix anything. It didn’t erase the losses. But it was a start. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

I informed before stepping out of the car. "Yeah, this is not okay." Lucy added. I ordered for seared scallops and a side of creamy mashed potatoes while Lucy ordered for grilled salmon and a side of mashed potatoes and a pack of juice to go with it... Within a few minutes, the waiter returned with our food and it looks really delicious. The food is very tasty but this is not exactly what I want, so I ate as quickly as I could, so that I can finally have my special cookies. "Can we go for my Cookie now?" I asked curiously after we finished eating and Lucy started laughing. "Of course, let's go."

I crossed my arms, my tone sharp. He chuckled. “You’ll always be that little girl to me, Lilianna.” He slid a plate in front of me. “Now come here. Let’s eat this cake I bought.” I eyed the chocolate cake, brow furrowing. Without a word, I sat down, leaning forward slightly as I stared at the slice in front of me. “Why are you always here, Azriel?” My voice came out colder than I intended. “You should go back to where you came from. Stop bothering me if you can’t even stop treating me like your daughter.”

Lila's POV Against all odds, the cookies actually turned out amazing. The warm scent of melted chocolate and vanilla was still clinging to my hair as I walked down the quiet corridor of the ground floor, carrying the heavy ceramic plate with both hands, staring down at the golden-brown cookies with a ridiculous amount of pride. They didn't look anything like the lumpy, half-burnt disaster I'd almost created before Lucien rolled up his sleeves and rescued the batch.