Latte Cookie X Almond Cookie Novels & Stories

I rubbed my moisturized lips together. " Vanilla almond milk? " " It wouldn't be me if I didn't get some extra vanilla almond milk " I grabbed Delilah who was laughing and set her on my hip. " Let's go " He hopped up excitedly as we made our way to the cookies in the kitchen.

“Do you want hot or cold, bitter or sweet, coffee or tea?” “Not too sweet. I think an iced coffee would be nice,” he says as his voice upturns making his statement sound like a question. “Lana, let’s see if he will like an iced salted caramel macchiato. He loves cookies, so how about the triple chocolate chip.” She grins, “Sure thing, Miss. You seem to know your friend quite well.” There is something different about this barista. Clint and I take our seats while she prepares our drinks and fetches our snacks. I lean over to Clint and whisper, “Lana seems different.”

I unknowingly licked my lips and didn’t miss her scrutinizing gorgeous eyes. “We have the same taste. I like black.” “I thought a girl like you prefers creamy with all those kinds of milk products and artificial sweets.” “I’m not most girls, Landy.” “Enough with those names. Can I have my coffee back? I’m sure you can afford to buy the entire coffee shops in Marettimo.” She took another sip before she gave it to me. “Thanks. If I knew I found you here, I would have taken you to the coffee shop. I like their cannoli.”

Then he closed the book carefully, sliding something between the pages, and stood. I turned my attention deliberately to the counter. “Tre caffè, per favore,” I told the barista. “Spanish latte, hazelnut latte, americano. And five croissants, please—due alle mandorle, tre al cioccolato.” My voice was steady, casual enough to sound practiced. Footsteps behind me. Steady. Unhurried. “Elisha.” My throat tightened, but I kept my gaze on the neat row of glazed pastries, their shells shining under the glass. “You’ve confused me with someone else.”

Three small cookies, pale and crumbly, dusted with sugar. She stared. Picked one up delicately, like a priceless artifact. Bit. And froze. The flavor hit her like a lullaby: butter and almond, a warmth that reminded her of things she didn’t remember having. Her hands trembled slightly. Lips parted. Her Aunt raised a brow. “Do you like it, darling?” Eva blinked. Very solemnly: “More.” The plate emptied. She reached instinctively for another. Her Mama’s hand covered hers gently. “Sweetheart, that’s enough for now. Too many will upset your stomach.”

Eve said defending me and Max nodded. "Is it possible to forget this kind of thing?" Ethan asked Max while Max tried to make him shut up. "Max will order for me." Eve said gesturing to max and the waiter turned to face max who smiled. "I'll take iced caramel latte, double drip almond milk, no vanilla extract, six pumps of sugar, extra ice, add honey and cinnamon powder put whipped cream too, venti." Max said and I looked at him with wide eyes. Can he really drink that?

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.

he said with the same expression. I prepared tea and pastries. Yesterday, I made cookies mixed with whole grains like almonds, cashews, raisins and sunflower seeds. I made it with chocolate flavor and original. Not bad for a few small jars. To prepare if Amelia asks for snacks and can for tea, like now. "You tired?" he asked. "No, it's normal," I replied surprised. Too bad he asked me like that. In fact, he knew from earlier this afternoon, I didn't have any activities except accompanying Amelia.

Vienna’s POV "I’m not really up to date with his… likes and dislikes," I said carefully, "But in the past, he seemed to enjoy almond croissants. And a cappuccino." Lauren’s brows lifted, like she was pleased with the answer. "Of course. Almond croissant. Cappuccino. Simple, but comforting. That’s very… Warren." I tilted my head slightly. "I… guess so. He’s never really been a sweet tooth though."

“Last is deserts!” “There is a Chocolate Pistachio Dome. When you cut into it, there is German Chocolate mouse on a bed of brownie with Chocolate gnash. This is a Passionberry Parfait with a graham cracker crust. This is a Lemon Tart topped with raspberries. This last one is a Blueberry and Lemon Cake Shooter.” Alec cut the chocolate dome and fed me a bite. The chocolate melted in my mouth and made me moan in response. “This is so good.” I said with a mouth full of chocolate.