Latte Cookie Run Novels & Stories

It leads to the backyard, and when I get there Lucas and Theo are sitting at the table, each with a margarita. “What did Camille send!?” Lucas asks the second he sees what’s in my hands. “Pumpkin snickerdoodles.” “In May!?” Lucas’ eyes widen. “That’s what I said. Apparently, it’s because we graduated.” “Give it up,” Lucas says holding his hands out. “Keep them away from me,” Theo says. “Every time your mom sends a batch of something, I end up five pounds heavier.” “Who said I was sharing?” Lucas jokes as he lifts the plastic. “Margaritas and pumpkin cookies, we’re kind of mixing vibes here.” “Who cares?” Lucas says through a mouthful.

I had been running for two hours. How? I had no freaking clue. I kept waiting for my body to just give up at any moment but it seemed we were still going strong. Pack warriors had started to come in for training, which meant it was 12 PM or probably past 12. I was having half a mind to just quit but then I saw Angelica and Dante, they were cheering for me on the side. The warriors had turned my running into a betting game. ‘How much longer would the runt last?’ That’s what they muttered to themselves as they placed bets.

Or the van idling illegally in a loading zone across from the café. He notices when one of the men looks at his watch. When the other touches his ear like he’s listening to someone. A prickle of unease crawls up Luca’s neck. Too coordinated. Too focused for a casual smoke. Mia steps back out, receipt in hand, talking over her shoulder to the barista about almond milk. “Luca,” she says, waving the slip triumphantly. “I convinced him to add a ‘Luna latte’ to the menu. It’s complicated and bad for you. Very on‑brand.”

I was tempted to set his man bun on fire, just for kicks. When I finally reached the counter, I flashed a smile at the barista. "Three lattes, please. And throw in some of those tiny cakes. Oh, and that ridiculous angel-shaped cookie." As I waited for our order, my eyes darted around the shop. No sign of our target yet, but every instinct told me he'd show. Azazel was a creature of habit, and this place was his favourite haunt. I returned to our table, arms laden with our sugary bounty. "Alright, gents. Caffeine and diabetes, served with a side of stakeout."

Derinem turned, moving to the door, "I'll be waiting in the car, and Zayne, You ignore your mother's call one last time, and I'll hurt you, I promise." Zayne nodded, turning to look at Milo, who had a towel around his neck and was climbing out of the ropes, still muttering, "I have a bad feeling about this." ****** They walked into the Costellos' mansion, Milo's eyes already roaming about, choosing the next decoration to transform the Sicilian manor into. For Costello was all about taste. Everything screamed extravagance, and God forbid Milo let anybody beat him even in something as minor as decorations; if the situation wasn't so serious, he'd have smiled.

Family crests are important but does he really have to put such effort just to hide it? When I stepped into the room, a necklace with a moon-shaped pendant made of green diamond shimmered under the light. It was protected by a square glass case and displayed at the center of the room, surrounded by four bare gray walls. Alpha Ronan walked towards it and carefully took the necklace out of its box then he went to me. He held it out and before I could take it he spoke. “Do you want to be free from Alpha Lucien?” My forehead creases. What is it again? Another deal? How many times will I be offered a deal?

When Kennedy suddenly remembered something. ...Ah... right, the cookies she had made for him, she hasn't given to him yet. She hurriedly ran to her room and from the table, she saw a pouch containing cookies she had made. She took it and went out to her room. "Please... t-take it! I- I made this for you..." She was not looking at him while giving the cookies. She noticed the gasp coming from her maids and her nanny. Kennedy knew that this will spread in the castle that she gave Alpha Duncan the cookies she made.

In hushed silence, we drive to the packhouse. When we arrive, I take her to our apartment and retire to my office. At my private bar, I pour myself a double shot of Scotch and down it in one go. A feeling of despair washes over me. After years of waiting, I have finally found my Luna. But I have to share her with a rather reluctant Alpha, my arch-rival. And when she finally joins the pack, it turns out that she does not want much from me. She keeps me at a distance and just won't start the mating process.

Stacy's Pov 'Run!' Star shouts in my head. 'What?' 'Run, you fucking idiot.' Oh, I don't have to be told twice. 'I just did.' I can feel her roll her eyes in my head. Speeding off at her words, I ran from Matt with him hot on my tail. 'Run towards the rocky area up that hill.' And I did exactly as she told me, I reached the top of the hill and stopped. Waiting for Matt to catch up with me. He gets before us in jeffy with a wolfish grin on his face.

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.