Espresso Cookie X Madeleine Cookie Novels & Stories

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

A taste of home. With a renewed determination, Maddie began to bake. The familiar motions of measuring, mixing, and kneading grounded her, pulling her back from the abyss of despair. She poured her grief, her anger, her fragile hope into the delicate layers of the croissant, each fold a silent prayer for healing.

The large fridge is filled with all manner of goodies; individual lemon meringue tarts sit beside chocolate brownies and treacle tarts and much more. Emma, our new barista, has proved to be a dab hand at our coffee machine, and we are all slightly jittery at the amount of caffeine we have consumed as a result of her ‘practising’. Bea and Andreas have penned descriptions for every single confection, which has resulted in much laughter from all of us as they bickered about how to phrase certain things.

What I told you, It's undecipherable. Our coffee come, mine was a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, Dex's was Mocca frappucino with cinnamon and hazelnut while Mark ordered a plain iced americano. It would be nice if we could just drink in silence but then, my wish isn't their command. So here is come, the bombardon of question. starting from Dex to Mark,

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

When her big brother came to pick her up, Maria said her goodbyes to both Mai and Julian, before heading back to the Rosendrey manor. After returning home, Maria had changed clothes and decided to assist Lance with making some sweets while explaining her day. Right now the two were in the middle of making Matcha Chocolate-Chip Madeleines. "Oh, I also made a new friend today! His name is Julian Chevalier!" happily announced Maria. "Congratulations, ojou-sama~!" Lance offered his congratulations, piping the matcha cookie mixture into a silver madeleine mold pan. "I'm happy that my dear Maria made a new friend!" Maria's mother also sat in the kitchen, snacking on some biscuits, about to take an

He called after her. She walked into the kitchen to get it. When she came back Marco had finished the treat. “Just like my mother used to make.” He grinned sipping coffee. “I’m glad you like it. What other recipes can I try.” Marco cleared his throat. “So many. There’s Torta Caprese,Cannoli-“ He coughed again. “Do you want some water?” Eleni asked. "No I'm fine. Another favorite of mine is Cassata Siciliana…”

I thought happily. “Ahem… ahem… And why are my two princesses causing a mess here?” I said playfully, pretending to be shocked. “Daddy!!!” Maxien quickly ran over to me and gave me a big hug followed by a kiss on the cheek. “Daddy, taste it!” she said eagerly, holding up a cookie she had made. “Hmm… this is delicious!” I said after taking a bite. “Really?! I baked that! Auntie Lexien taught me how to make those cookies.” She pointed proudly to the tray of cookies that looked like they had just come out of the oven.

She’s beamed. “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled. Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.” “What are those?” I peered at the container. “Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained. How did she know I liked cookies? Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.

Brianna said, offering a faint smile. She took a sip of royal milk tea, savoring the shooting warmth that spread through her. The madeleines were light and fluffy, each bite bringing a subtle sweetness that perfectly complemented the tea. "Everything still tastes the same. Makes me want more, next time I will buy a cake. If… I had more money," she mused silently, smiling, and grabbing her belly. Sensing her baby was happy too with this little dessert. Just as she was engrossed in the delicate flavor of the madeleines, the barista approached her again. This time, he brought him… cakes?