Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

It was just sweet enough to be a treat on its own, but not so sweet to overpower the sweetness of the sugar in my coffee. “These are amazing.” I said after drinking a little of my coffee. “Maddie has a special talent when it comes to sweets. She likes them more than anything else, and worked really hard to learn to make all sorts of things. You should try her apple tarts, you’ll be ruined for apples.” Serena laughed. Val nibbled a cookie. I saw her eyes widen under her mask. I knew she’d want the recipe. Maybe Ford could get it for us. We’d just have to wait and see.

She jumps off the stool and grabs my hand, tugging at me to come to see. Even though Maddox will likely oppose me moving at all, I get up anyways, handheld tightly to Ella’s greasy little fingers as she drags me into the kitchen. I come up behind Flynn, ruffling his curly locks. “Wow, those are awesome you guys!” I smile, gleaming down at the tray which has half equally-sized cookie dough balls, evidently made by Maddox, and the other side with all sorts of misshapen cookie dough. I sigh, shaking my head with a small chuckle. “Very good you two. Very very good…”

And can Dad try one? Portia nodded excitedly. She took the plate with Luna's help and handed it to James, who stared at the plate. There were about 15 cookies, some of them had hearts, some had stars, there was one with the face of some strange cartoon, and the rest had flowers and suns. Then, on another plate, there were four cookies with their names written on them. -Is something wrong? - Luna asked. -No, of course not. - he took one. I bet they're delicious.

She’s beamed. “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled. Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.” “What are those?” I peered at the container. “Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained. How did she know I liked cookies? Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.

Madeleine announced, padding barefoot back into the room with a ceramic tray balanced in her hands, her alpaca socks were now gone. Three mugs of chamomile tea and a little plate stacked with what looked like cookies, pale, crumbly things dotted with nuts and seeds. Her eyes flicked between me and Vince, her smile as soft as ever, “I didn’t know if you were hungry, Vincenzo, but it’s chamomile. And vegan cookies, oat flour, almond butter, flaxseed, no dairy, no eggs. I make them all the time for my friends,” she said.

Madison blinked in confusion. Miranda took a cookie. "Thank you." "How is it? Does it taste good?" Madison gazed at Miranda with eyes full of anticipation, like a child hoping for praise. "It's delicious, not too sweet," Miranda replied. "I knew it! I've tried so many brands, and this one's the best chocolate cookie!" Madison beamed, then turned toward Sebastian. "Would you like one?" "No, thanks," he replied politely. "Too many calories. It'll make me gain weight."

“Some prick bumped into me, and I dropped the cakes.” “Mother fucker.” She slaps her hand over her mouth. Gutter mouth is genetic. Mikayla opens the box and looks inside. “Fuuuuck.” “I know right.” I sit across from her. “Didn’t even apologize.” Marco brings me an espresso coretto. It’s just coffee with a bit of brandy, though knowing Marco it’s probably brandy with a bit of coffee. I got a liquor license just so we can make these. Who knew it’d be so damn popular for people to have a little something extra in their morning coffee, especially in the winter season. A splash of amoretto in the affogato is also popular on hotter days like today.

Maybe I am just scared of saying the wrong thing. ME Do you enjoy your coffee? MAREN Yes, I did. I do like to have more of the cookies. I sat up, reading the text. I could feel the corner lips tugging up. ME Oh, I could order some for you, if you want?. MAREN I do like that but not today. ME Alright then. I will order it tomorrow for you. It should arrive at your door before you go to work. MAREN Oh you don't have to do that. Thank you.

I exclaimed and went out immediately. I did not wait for his response anymore since I know that he will just ignore me like the usual. The moment I came inside, the sweet mixed aroma of coffees lingers inside my nostrils, making me crave for a Macchiato all of a sudden. “I would like one Cinnamon-Sugar Churros with Cajeta,” I started to order while looking up on the menu. “Also, one Caramel Macchiato, please. One espresso will do and make it a little foamier.” I added.