Latte Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

and stops short of my name. Staring over my menu, he has a wide grin. Andre is standing tall with his hands behind his back. He only slightly shifts between his heels, awaiting my response. “I’ll take a latte with a caramel shot and a strawberry tart,” I respond with a coy wink, and he plays along. The delicious aphrodisiac should help sate my appetite for Lola. Her berry scent is tempting me to misbehave with her this close. I must control myself, and the sweet treat should do the trick.

Every step she took behind the counter carried the weight of unseen eyes. Marites moved briskly, organizing the pastry case with her usual precision. She didn’t say anything, but twice, Celine caught her gaze flicking toward the street. Too fast, too subtle for the others to notice—but Celine noticed. It made her pulse quicken. “Your latte art looks tragic.” Celine blinked and glanced down. She had poured the foam heart too fast, resulting in a lopsided blob that might have passed for an egg. Liam stood beside her, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

I remark with a smirk. “I’m not denying it,” Leo says, his eyes cold. “I can’t wait to see them.” Kataleya says with a gentle smile, “I made Corrado some cookies.” “When did you get time to bake?” I ask her, “This morning.” See, this girl would rather bake in her free time, me? I’d rather fuck? Yup, I totally get where Leo and Azura are coming from. “You are an overachiever,” I say, taking a spoonful of my rice and chicken. “Oh shit, I need to get my assignments done, too.”

“We built it. Klarisse and I. From nothing.” “And now?” Artemis leaned in. “What do you want next?” Allie tilted her head toward the space beside the café—a smaller shopfront that had remained closed. “That’ll be the art nook,” she said. “A place where people can sketch, paint, write—whatever heals them.” Artemis grinned. “That’s my girl.” The afternoon mellowed. **Lucas** had somehow convinced **Liana** to share her cookie, which was a historic event in itself. Kareen caught it on her phone while Alan applauded dramatically.

We both have a lot to work on. “We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter. “There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop. “They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs. Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

Claudette responded. The maid named Leticia slightly covered her mouth. “Oops, my bad. I’m sorry, My Lady,” then, she grinned once again. “Would you like some, My Lady?” Claudette looked at the basket of cookies that the maid was offering her. The cookies had flowers engraved on it with a strawberry jam in the middle. She nodded and took the offer, getting one cookie and took a bite on it. Her mouth was filled with white vanilla filling and strawberry jam from the cookie.

He was slightly hairy but barely noticeable. The tattoo on his left hand and side neck was another thing that captivated me. The tattoo formed a wristwatch for him, and then another acted as covering on his arm. His tattoos were colorful ones that made him look like a beautiful art work. There was another one on his chest, a bloomed-like rainbow rose with green stem stretching out below and writing out the word “Cookie”. That same stem stretched from the word and trailed down to his navel in blue, like a waterfall, and wrote something else in rainbow. "Ti amò, Cookie" it was beautiful. His right arm had another tattoo which I just noticed, it was written in a language I don't get but I under

Caramel was a snitcher and Macchiato was her accomplice. Whereas, Latte was completely different from them. She was the one who forced Shadow to drink the poison every week. Her position was rather higher than Caramel and Macchiato. Luckily, none of them knew except Shadow. That’s because Shadow was her direct victim. Every week, her remorseless eyes dug deeper into Latte as if to warn her to mind her back. As if telling Latte that Shadow would return with an evil smirk and claimed the debt. And Latte fear was legit.

And can Dad try one? Portia nodded excitedly. She took the plate with Luna's help and handed it to James, who stared at the plate. There were about 15 cookies, some of them had hearts, some had stars, there was one with the face of some strange cartoon, and the rest had flowers and suns. Then, on another plate, there were four cookies with their names written on them. -Is something wrong? - Luna asked. -No, of course not. - he took one. I bet they're delicious.