Latte Cookie Run の小説・ストーリー

She mumbles. Meanwhile, in Merle Cafe three blocks away from Château de Sapphire. Latton is having lunch with Vivian Bloom. The latter brought her brochures. Latton is planning to purchase a new bag for her birthday and Viv is more than happy to help her with it. “I’m happy to meet you for lunch on your birthday and, as I promised, here’s a box of freshly baked cookies,” Vivian says while handing the box to her. “You’re too nice, Vivian,” Latton says while smiling gleefully.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

The beautiful beach in front of it and the fresh and cool ocean breeze are just like the mansion he rented in Alpha Rick’s territory. I froze when we got into the gates of the house and there, in front of the main hall, a tall, sophisticated-looking woman stood restless. Tears poured from her eyes as soon as our eyes met. “Mom!” Caden smiled at his mother, ready to hug her, but Marissa ignored Caden and ran towards me, embracing me tightly while she sobbed on my shoulders. “Oh, Giselle!” Marissa Eisnworth, the Mother Luna of the Highridge Pack, cried to me, “You have no idea how happy I am to see you again! All—all these years I regret—”

But today, today was different. The sound of Lucian’s laughter filled the small apartment, ringing through the air like an echo I could never quite grasp. It was the sound of innocence, of joy. It made everything else fade into the background for a moment. The warm glow of the morning light filtered in through the window, casting soft shadows on the worn wooden floor beneath our feet. It was the kind of day that should have felt peaceful, but it didn’t. Not for me. "Come on, buddy! Breakfast is ready!" Mira’s voice broke my thoughts, as she juggled a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in one hand while grabbing Lucian’s backpack with the other. She moved quickly, as usual, already in the thro

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.

Hence, this also became my first experience after a long time, and I couldn't be more excited than this. I looked at the things on the counter before nodding my head. They had all I needed. "Are you buying these for the Luna, Alpha?" She asked as she returned the card I gave for payment. We live in a different world from humans. But we use their technology if it can make our lives easier. "Yes. Carla and my daughter want to make cookies." "Are you sure it's cookies, not macaroons?" My brows furrowed as confusion hit me. Suddenly, I doubted my memory. "I think Carla mentioned cookies. Can't we make cookies from these?" Throwing that question also revealed my lack of knowledge of the baking wo

The name itself is kind of unique because it attracts the people. Right now her bunnies in the BB building are more than 150, trained personally by Cliterella, with a signed contract. "Boss... someone entered the store..." Sierra informed and she looked towards the TV in fear.

As Milli iced the gingerbread cookies Aunt Elizabeth had volun-told her to make, she struggled with the pain. It had only been a little over a month since her world went to heck in a cake box. She had spent two days decorating gingerbread cookies. Camille had asked for help from the Women’s Auxiliary since the diving coach wasn’t much of a baker and the dive team needed a fundraiser for the Winter Carnival and were assigned the cakewalk and bake sale booths. Every cookie brought back a memory of home Milli didn’t want to remember, and she ruined half of what she baked before she found her groove. She decorated the traditional cookies with red, blue, or green scarves and hats, then added whit

Maybe being Luna wouldn't be so terrible after all. They found Kade in the pack kitchen charming the cook into giving him extra pancakes, completely at ease in a way Kyra envied. Her son had adapted to pack life in less than twenty-four hours while she was still struggling. "Mom!" Kade ran over and hugged her. "Miss Elena made me chocolate chip pancakes and she said I can help her bake cookies later!" "That sounds fun," Kyra said, meeting the older woman's eyes. Elena was the head cook and had been with the pack for decades, her opinion carried weight among the working wolves.