Latte Cookie Run Novels & Stories

"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

Luna ran downstairs to the first floor , sipping her tears away . “ Good morning ! “ said a voice form behind with a smile , holding two cups of macchiato latte . “ Good morning…. “ said Luna with a light smile when seeing it was Marc . He handed her over a cup and smiled . “ I figured you might need one . I had one made for Massimo as well , the servants are sending it to his office . Even though he had a high alcohol tolerance , he really overstepped his boundaries yesterday . Haaaa……..he only knows how to make people worry about him . By the way , was he too annoying yesterday ? “ said Marc with a tired look on his face .

“I’d like that.” “I’ll pick you up—” “No, how about I meet you there,” she said quickly. There was no way she wanted Jonathon Ashby, chocolatier and billionaire to see her rundown apartment building. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s meet at Romeo Lane for a drink before dinner at, say, seven?” “Perfect,” Emma said. “What can I get you?” the barista asked. “Extra large latte with an extra shot,” Emma said, “And one of those Nutella cronuts.”

I watched them go from the porch, Kaia tossing iron ash like she was sugaring a pie, Adrian vaulting the rail and landing light, the sound wave on his neck catching sun. ‘Be careful,’ I told her across the link. ‘Always,’ she sent back, and then they were gone. Becky turned Harbormere’s mezzanine lights on and off from our kitchen just because she could. “Crane Street has a bad habit of putting all its eggs in one VLAN,” she told Max, who pretended to be offended by the word VLAN and secretly wrote it down for later. Joel stacked net launchers in the SUV like a man who intended to bring everyone home and Olive labeled med kits in looping script and tucked hard candy into every bag.

Caden asks as he sits up, his voice gruff with sleep as he rubs his eyes. “Yes. Most of the traps are in the middle with some being deadly. There are also the Fae to consider and the lake.” Amelia answers this time and I smile. We both have decided long ago we would take the longer path around the edges of the forest after coming to the river. Whether that means we meet with each other or not, the edge of the Goddess’ forest is the best path for those not wanting to be claimed while also making it to the lodge at minimum six days. Since tonight is the third night of The Run, we still have four more nights of the moon being blue. Meaning I have four more nights to make it to the lodge unmated

And the way she was holding his arm was proof of how much he allowed her to. “I need two of your almond cookies with Matcha latte”. She ordered in a rude tone. Caterina looked at her, briefly looking at Hugo who saw her but didn't respond to her eyes. “Eyes up here”. The girl waved her hand in front of Caterina to get her attention. “Yes Ma’am”. She said in her signature soft tone and turned to pick her cookies and turned on the machine for Matcha Latte. She was sure she had never seen this girl before so how did she order the specific cookies??

It takes me two hours to drive to this disgusting establishment. I can feel my skin crawl just driving into the parking lot. I have no idea what to expect coming here. I only pray that I can find her and bring her home. There is a black and gold majestic gate at the opening of the property. I know this place is not arranged like a drive by bar. From the outside it is set up to look like a place of decadence. Once I am recognized a female voice on the video screen purrs “welcome Alpha Damien”