Espresso Cookie X Madeleine Cookie Novels & Stories

He bought this book. At the other corner of that street, he saw a café. Different desserts showcased outside at the counter, he can see them through the glass walls. He went inside the café, pushing through the glass door. The entire café smelled like caramels were melting everywhere. He went straight to the counter, looking at the long menu. Scanning every dish, from peanut butter cookie lush, cheesecake trifle, Oreo-chocolate mousse pie, black forest skillet brownie, S’mores Lasagna to cinnamon apple pancakes with vanilla maple syrup and more, also a variety of coffee like latte, espresso, mocha, Americano and also vanilla bean latte, caramel apple macchiato etc. made the list even long. H

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a

“Good morning.” “Good morning.” He greets me normally, with a small smile. “Are you going to get coffee too?” “Yeah.” I say it, and then I start to remember something. “Wait, don’t you like green tea more than coffee?” “Wow. You remembered.” It surprises me when Xander displays a gleeful expression. He seems really happy at the moment. “Actually, I am going to order their matcha espresso. I saw it on their menu outside.” “They have one?”

“What are you doing, Vivian? If you’re looking for the wine cellar, it’s three doors down on the left. Though I’d advise against it. Lucian’s already smelled enough bourbon today to fuel a small car.” “I’m not looking for wine,” I muttered, turning back to the counter. I felt exposed. “I’m… I’m hungry. And I didn’t want to wake anyone.” Isabel walked closer, her eyes scanning the ingredients I’d lined up: eggs, butter, sugar, flour, and a jar of honey. She raised an eyebrow. “You’re making Madeleines? Since when does the girl who complains about the calorie count of a grape decide to bake French pastries in the middle of the night?”

Michael chuckled and sat next to him, to us. “Good morning to you too brother, the house is much more appealing to me recently.” He winked at me and then continued. “What were you doing, Ariel? I’m starving?” I smiled sweetly at him when I heard Maria huff. “I made some eclairs. You would love them. They are very popular in the cafe. People love them and were about to make some waffles, but Maria came and threw them in the trash.” He chuckled, making me narrow my eyes at him. He too was enjoying this too much.

Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, they were irresistible. As if we hadn't eaten enough that we might pop, we also tried Madeleines, small shell-shaped cakes that were slightly crispy on the outside. They had a hint of lemon that made them refreshingly different from most of the desserts I've had, even though I wasn't really a lemon fan. To wash all this down, we got a bottle of Château Margaux, a red wine with a slightly acidic taste. Cecil, being the wine enthusiast she is, nearly finished the whole bottle herself.

The background was so soothing with some instrumental songs in the background while the nobles were chattering with each other. I let my eyes wander over the display, checking every polished silver tray on the table. I was hesitant about what to eat and took my time until my eyes landed on those Madeleines dusted with sugar and Eccles cakes. The sweet aroma of the pastries reached my nostrils, and my mouth watered. I could already imagine savoring those in a quiet place. Just as I reached for one of the golden Madeleines, a calloused hand brushed against mine, targeting the same pastry that I also wanted.

Here you go, Cole, I hope you enjoy brownies? Isabelle, I thought you would prefer vanilla cupcakes. I made brownies for Xavier once and he didn’t touch it I had to eat it all by myself. I figured it was a werewolf thing and decided not to give it to the little ones. Turns out that was a great idea. Tiana ate out of it and that didn’t go well. But I enjoy it, so I often bake it and keep it in the kitchen. I baked a few vanilla-flavored cupcakes as treats for the pups and used the remaining ingredient to make brownies. I didn’t have chocolate chips but I used cocoa powder instead, ” Amèlie explained. Isabelle chuckled.