Latte Cookie Run Novels & Stories

—Lucca smiled— —Alright, Kate. Tell me, what are you looking for? —Bastien wants to work, so he asked me to bring up his laptop. —Right away. —Lucca... —Mmm? —What happened to my order? —Ah, we have it ready. —I want it tomorrow morning. —As you wish. —Go upstairs with Bastien. I’ll go to the kitchen. —Alright —Lucca went up with Bastien while Kate went to the kitchen. She looked for all the ingredients to make cookies, but she was missing chocolate chips. She sent a message to Lucca to get some, who replied immediately: “I’m on it.”

I couldn't help laughing. “I doubt that, but accept that answer. Family dynamics are something I understand,” I said with a smile. “Thank you, oh! And here I got you a caramel latte.” Bartise said, handing me an ice cold drink. “What? Really! Thank you.” I was so excited and have been dying for a latte lately. We made it to school just in time. I didn’t fight Bartise on opening the door for me. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug.

He packed all of his belongings into duffle bags next to the door. “Cookie?” He holds up a basket. “The Luna made em before we found out the Alpha was missing. She bakes a lot. These ones is the best.” I take a cookie out of the basket and take a small bite. Sweet toffee flavor bursts in my mouth. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. “Oh shit. That’s good.” “Yeah.” He raises his eyebrows and laughs. “I’ve had to fit in extra training so I don’t gain too much weight.”

Lila's POV Against all odds, the cookies actually turned out amazing. The warm scent of melted chocolate and vanilla was still clinging to my hair as I walked down the quiet corridor of the ground floor, carrying the heavy ceramic plate with both hands, staring down at the golden-brown cookies with a ridiculous amount of pride. They didn't look anything like the lumpy, half-burnt disaster I'd almost created before Lucien rolled up his sleeves and rescued the batch.

Eloise I could barely keep my hands still as I waited in line at Maison Luna, the little French patisserie I always stopped at when life felt too heavy. The scent of fresh croissants and butter-drenched pastries curled around me, comforting in a way nothing else could. I ordered a lemon lavender tart and an oat milk latte, my chest tight as the barista scribbled my name on the cup. I shouldn’t be eating sweets right now. I needed to stay clear-headed for my meeting with Mike. But everything felt foggy, and the sour brightness of lemon felt like the only thing sharp enough to cut through it.

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."