Latte Cookie Run の小説・ストーリー

I asked. Anna shrugged, walking over and snagging the pot of coffee to fill her own mug. “Dad called and said to get back sooner than later.” She turned and squinted her eyes at me. Specifically, at my mark. “Is that…” I nodded, unable to keep the smile from my face. “You’ll like her. Lya will make an amazing Luna.” Anna sighed. “I had really hoped to have met my mate by now.” I chuckled, reaching past her to grab two mugs of coffee. I dropped a peck on her forehead before making my way out of the kitchen. “You’d be surprised by the curveballs the Goddess throws. Trevor might be back this weekend, by the way.”

The place feels strange. They're string lights hanging around the windows and the faint aroma of coffee wafting through the air. "This is my go-to spot whenever I'm down," Luca says as we step inside. "Quiet, cozy, and they make the best pastries." he squeals like a child. I follow him to a table by the window. Luca orders for both of us-a latte for him, and hot chocolate for me, and within minutes, the drinks arrive, accompanied by a plate of cookies.

Every second Aaron remained in Damien’s clutches felt like a dagger twisting further in my chest. “Lucian,” I muttered, my voice muffled by the engines. “Tell me the plan again.” His gaze darted to mine, lethal focus snapping back into place. “We land at the private runway in Geneva. Rhea’s coven will meet us there with weapons and entrance codes for the Council castle. My troops will attack the southern wall as a distraction while we slip in through the caverns beneath.” “And then?” My throat stung with dread. “What if he’s not there?”

the Alpha said once we approach them If he only knew " thank you for having us, but you didn't have to go to this much trouble for us" I tried to be polite " none sense, we are always looking for a way to have a party and you visiting give us the perfect opportunity" walking up to his mate " this mate and Luna Dawn" shaking her hand he turns to the short man " this is my Beta James" he didn't even bother to move where he was standing fine by me the less we interact the better

"It's you being brave!" My chest tightened. "It's beautiful, sweetheart." "Uncle Jack says you're the bravest rider he knows. He says you can outrun anything." If only that were true. Later that evening, after Eli had fallen asleep curled between Sable and Big Mike during movie night, I finally made it to my room to check the package Tommy had mentioned. It was small, unmarked, with no return address. Inside was a burner phone and a single message: "They're moving north. Time to run again. - A friend."

"I don't care about your comfort." "I am telling you I am going to make a mistake," I insisted, the blinding glare of the noon sun beating down on the exposed concrete until my vision swam. "Let me just clear fifty random crates from the north dock instead. That will give your runners enough product to move by midnight." "No," Cassius commanded, his gravelly voice dropping an octave as he stepped directly into my path. "You will learn the tactile difference of the water-refined batches today, Obi. You don't leave this grid until you can spot the purity blind."

“Lilly. Zach is about five seconds from losing a limb.” “Don’t do it Jade, you can’t afford to be in the dungeon ” Lilly answered immediately. “I’m ready to set his chair on fire,” Tala added. “No one would even question it.” Jade took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. Focus. The next course—dessert—was ushered in like a grand finale: four selections, each more decadent than the last.

*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.”

The hustle and bustle of the city was at its peak as the day approached noon. The streets were packed with people going on their own businesses. Along the busy streets of Plymouth city, there was a popular quaint corner pub. There were few people scattered in the pub having lunch and talking in hushed voice. The bartender/barkeep was wiping down the counter, while the casier was close to dozing off. There were two barman and barmaid serving the customers. There was a door beside the bar that led to the kitchen section of the pub. The kitchen was empty save for one person absentmindedly looking out of the only window in the small room. Eloisa was one of the two cooks of the Axe Star pub. The

-Lindy What? You saw my pictures too. Now it's all fair. -Mill That's unfair! There was no photo of you in it. I don't even know what you look like. -Lindy You'll find out soon what I'll look like babe :) -Mill "Good afternoon ma'm, welcome to Starbucks. What would you like to order?" The cashier greeted. Lindy moved her head up and stared at the menu in front of her, not really knowing what she wanted before she came here."Uh, I'd like to have Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino Blended Beverage grande and one Apple Fritter."