Empire Cookie And Lucious Novels & Stories

She smiled. “Riley, I brought myself some milk tea. It's delicious and goes well with macaroons.” Lucius spoke as he was near Riley, he placed what he had brought carefully on the small table between the chairs they were sitting on. The tea and macaroon are red, they look perfect. The sweetness made Riley's smile appear, it was enjoyable. "Don't tell me you made it yourself?" Riley asked, Lucius's great at doing anything. "Besides the macaroons, yes." He answered confidently.

Lucas told the driver the name of the dessert shop. Since Julia had just arrived in Zenville, she wasn't familiar with this city. She also wasn't aware that Lucas had told the driver to go to the dessert shop near Holt Jewelry. Lucas and Layla didn't want to eat any cakes. Instead, they had an ulterior motive. The car stopped in front of the dessert shop. After getting out of the car, Lucas looked at the tall building. He had found a photo of his mother and the president of this company from a past newsletter on the Internet. The comment section of that post was filled with congratulations on their marriage and hopes that they would have a child soon.

"Luc, breathe, keep her under control ok; remember it happens. You didn't mean it. Astrid was in control. Lucy Bennet would never hurt anyone ever." (END FLASHBACK) when Lucy was at the bakery, she was at peace. She would come up with so many desserts, pie, eclairs, turnovers, fancy bread. She'd worked there since she was 14, so the owners gave her free rein to bake whatever she thought people would want, and the town loved it. For a small city, they sure did well selling out each day. Lucy always made sure they had blueberry scones with cream cheese icing; those were Axel's favourite. The typical day before starting his shift, he came over for a 16oz triple latte, made breve with cream inst

"Mrs Pierce. Are you wanting a table?" "No, which table is Mr Lewis at?" I watch as she checks. "Round the back, purple." I nod knowing where she means, our family had eaten here many times. I walk around and see him sat along, standing in front of him, I watch as he keeps his eyes closed, his breathing slightly heavy. "Mr Lewis." I watch as his eyes fly open and meet mine. "Fuck." He groans, but it sounds different. "Yep?" He smiles slightly, biting against his lip. Yep? What the fuck?

“You don’t just consult for exposure. You build empires and break them. What’s your angle with Eloise?” I folded my hands together, thumbs resting lightly against each other. For a moment, silence pooled between us, filled only by the faint hum of the building’s HVAC and the muffled rattle of a passing supply cart outside. “My angle,” I said quietly, “is that Lucian True’s empire has rotted from the inside out. I watched him break people for fun in mergers. Watched him destroy competitors simply to prove he could. I’ve waited years for leverage to dismantle him.”

There was onl‌y the man who had trad‌ed his empire for a wee‌kend of macaroni an‍d sea air. "T‍h‌en macaroni i⁠t is," Lucien said,‍ his voi‌ce dropping that authoritative edge⁠ for somet‍hing softer, almost tentative. "Though I suspec‍t the orange ch‍eese is a culinary⁠ lev⁠el I have yet to m‌aster." "‍I‍’ll‍ supervise," I promised, moving to the counter.

she said. “Hi my apple pie, how are you doing?” he asked, his voice calm. “Fine, Eva told me that you are on your way home and I wanted to prepare a meal for you but I don’t know your favourite food” “Apple pie, I want to eat it,” he replied. “But you don’t eat it” “I lied, I ate it and I even had to order some maids to get me some of your own after you went to bed, it was the most delicious food that I have ever eaten” Lucius confessed.

I rolled me eyes, “ It's from my boss.” She smiled when I talked, “See that was easy, not even worth not eating a cookie, come closer and take a bite.” “Lucy I made the cookie with you, I'm not taking any shitty bite I want a full cookie.” I said with a pout, the torture is getting too much seriously. She shrugged and motioned for me to go for it, and I did just that. Hopping out of the chair, I got a big amount before I heard a ding.

(Emi’s POV) I’m not comfortable with Lucian spending money on me especially when I see how much he’s spending. For a florentine omelette served a side of fruit and a mimosa, it cost the amount of half the total the shop would make in a full day. How is that even possible? I can’t even tell him not to, because he told me he’d get it for me whether I changed my mind or not. I chew my bottom lip as I stare at the fancy packed meal. I feel Lucian’s eyes on me.

—She asked confused. —I know you want to ask—she was surprised to hear it. -So? — Santiago nodded, without erasing the beautiful smile that he had on his face. "Yes, you would have seen the look on your face, you would have realized it," he said, amused. Then his smile faded and he became very serious. — When I was at university I met Emma, she was very beautiful and sweet — she smiled bitterly — Or so I thought, I fell in love even though when we were dating she started to behave very bossy and controlling, and I, like a fool in love, found her justified, my family didn't want her, so they made me choose, her or my family, I chose her, I proposed marriage and my family stopped talking to me