Novel & Cerita Latte Cookie Fanart

“I said thank you elegantly.” “You curtsied,” Bianna said. “Because I have culture.” I walked over to the island and picked up one of the cups from the cooler still sitting open. The label was neat, ivory white, the lettering embossed. Portland Artisan Gelato. Pistachio Sicilian. Dark Chocolate Sea Salt. Vanilla Bean. Strawberry Mascarpone. Dulce de leche. I stopped at the last flavor. Dulce de leche. Bianna’s eyes followed mine. “That one hasn’t been opened. He said maybe the adults would like it.”

*3 Years Later* Waylon was getting the ingredients ready to make Dante’s favourite cranberry and white chocolate cookies. Three year old Lucario ran up to Waylon and hugged his leg. Looking at his annoyed parent he asked, “Daddy, what are you going to make?” “I am going to make cookies for your dada,” Waylon answered. Lucario beamed at him, “Can I help too please daddy?” Waylon sighed heavily, “Okay sure, go fetch your apron.”

he says. “Yeah,” I say, looking at the clock. “You’re not bad.” One massive shoulder goes up in a shrug. “I told you. Also, do you want to see my latte art? I made cats for most of the customers. Wanna see?” He steams up another pitcher and, with a few practiced flicks, a cat face blooms in the foam like a magic trick. I try not to smile, but I do. “You’re a dork.” I don’t mean it, but he seems to take it like the biggest compliment.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

“Last is deserts!” “There is a Chocolate Pistachio Dome. When you cut into it, there is German Chocolate mouse on a bed of brownie with Chocolate gnash. This is a Passionberry Parfait with a graham cracker crust. This is a Lemon Tart topped with raspberries. This last one is a Blueberry and Lemon Cake Shooter.” Alec cut the chocolate dome and fed me a bite. The chocolate melted in my mouth and made me moan in response. “This is so good.” I said with a mouth full of chocolate.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

And he must be that creepy person who stared hard at me! Zed springs to his feet and goes after the attendant. I also rise and follow him. However, the attendant has already reached their counter when Zed catches up. "May I talk to the designer of your latte art?" "We do them, sir," one of the attendant's answers. "What I mean is who designed that latte art you served us right now?" The attendants look at each other, their faces showing reluctance. "Ah, it's Mr. D." "Can we talk to him? My pregnant girlfriend here is excited to see him. Because he draws her face."

Jeslyn raised a brow. “The kind who tortures others without mercy,” Leonel replied coolly. Jeslyn nearly threw a spoon at his face if not for a customer entering just then, the café doorbell chiming. Livia emerged again from the kitchen carrying a tray of latte art, but she hadn’t missed the exchange. “Hellfire Lava Dessert? Jeslyn’s really going all out to torment that man,” she whispered, eyes sparkling with admiration. “Careful she doesn’t get hit with karma,” Nico muttered, though a smirk betrayed his amusement.

"Sera, you're finally willing to see me. I knew you'd come. I knew deep down you still cared." I sat down across from him with no expression, keeping my face carefully neutral. He frantically pushed over a cup of coffee he'd already ordered, his hands shaking slightly. His face wore a pathetic, pleading smile that made my skin crawl. "This is the flavor you used to love most. Vanilla latte with extra foam. I specially ordered it for you, just like old times." My gaze fell on that cup with its elaborate latte art - a heart shape that must have taken the barista extra effort.