Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

“Hi there! Welcome to Sweetness & Light!” A tall man stood in the middle of Hannah’s bakery wearing a chic, dark suit and a frustrated expression. “Please tell me you have espresso here. Please. Please.” “Sure thing. Would you like it as a latte? Our eggnog latte is amazing.” “An eggnog latte? Maybe if I wanted an early grave,” the man muttered to himself. “Just an Americano, please.” “Do you want any cream, sugar, or flavoring? We have a great Christmas cookie flavored syrup this month,” Hannah said as she headed for the shop’s espresso machine, her hands quickly working the press.

“I’ll have some pasta and orange marmalade, please. Oh, also add 5 boxes of coco puffs and 2 boxes of strawberry mochi. That’s for take-out. Thank you.” The coco puffs are for my students, while the strawberry mochi is for Monique. She loves sweets so much, so she will definitely like this strawberry mocha. This might cheer her up a bit. For the last few days, since she resigned, she’s been feeling restless at home. She might be acting like she really doesn’t care about it, but I know deep down inside her, she’s scared. More than anything in the world, Monique loved modeling so much.

After twenty minutes of riding, Cassie reaches her lovely workplace. The pastry is designed with golden and pink tones, just like her room at home. It makes her like the place quickly, other than the unique experience it promises for her future career. After entering the main area, she sees young intern Ellie putting canistrelli cookies in the showcase. However, it was Cassie’s task for today. She doesn’t understand why the French girl is doing this instead of being busy with the croissants.

The barista—a girl with purple streaks in her hair—gave me a bright smile. “Large iced latte with oat milk, extra shot,” I said. “And… uh, one of those breakfast sandwiches. The one with egg, bacon, avocado. Toasted. And a chocolate croissant. And a bottle of water. Oh—and those little fruit cups. The ones with berries.” She rang it up without batting an eye. “To go?” “Yeah. And can you throw in a couple of those heart-shaped sugar cookies? The pink ones.” She grinned wider. “Special someone?”

Her eyebrow raised slightly, but then returned to normal. "Delicious." Kristian caught on to this and took the fork from Madeleine's hand to pick up the fried egg and took a bite. It was sweet. He was startled for a moment, then took another sip of coffee, which was salty. "I did it again." Madeleine looked into the man's eyes and said, "I liked to eat sweet fried eggs and salty coffee." "Sorry, I got it wrong." "I really liked it, I'm not lying to you," said Madeleine, as she finished eating the fried egg in one bite and took a sip of coffee. "It has a unique taste, thank you."

"There it is. Maybe I’m the cure for your 'I miss you' sickness." Sariel had to suppress her laughter so her uncle wouldn’t hear her. He was still around and hadn’t left yet, ruining her bonding moment. She didn’t wait for Maddox’s reply and started packing the cookies into plastic Tupperware. The cookies she made were beautifully shaped—hearts, stars, and flowers.

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”