Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

Max said solemnly, “I have four flavors.” He knelt in front of the cooler and dramatically produced one juice box at a time like a magician. “Tropical Punch. Grape Explosion. Strawberry Storm. And…this one sounds dangerous. Mystic Mango.” Ella pointed at the last one, grinning. “That one.” Max handed it over with a mock bow. “Your wish is my command, mighty ruler of Shell Castle.” Daphne passed her a cookie and sat back, her hand brushing Landon’s again. This time, she didn’t pull away.

"Make sure to put them on our tab." The pairs of eyebrows now shoot up in disbelief, and the entire bakery erupts into cheers. Chuckling at the lively atmosphere, Max and I pay for the orders before stepping outside to enjoy our cookies on one of the benches. It's a beautiful February night, and we don't want it to go to waste. But you can only imagine my shocked reaction when I spot the man who's savoring his pistachio-flavored French macaroons on the bench next to ours. "Eddie?"

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a

] I stare at the screen in disbelief. But then again, I let it happen for so long… I remember, I spent weeks testing that cookie recipe, just for Maximus. I used to leave them in his office like a secret gift, along with his afternoon tea. He never said a word, but the tray always came back empty. I thought he liked them, until I stumbled on Brielle's I*******m. She had posted a photo of my cookies on a plate by her bed. [He brought me my favorite treats! It's an honor to be loved by someone who knows me so well.]

He glanced at Kari and then back to Sicily, his gaze almost analyzing. He's disgusted by how fat you are. Hurry and order. Order something non-fat. Order it skinny or with no milk at all. Just get an espresso. No, you don't need anything. Get a water. She swallowed the hot burn of disgust mixed with extreme sadness. Kari rolled her eyes at her before ordering, her friend not happy with not getting to pay. "I'll have a medium pumpkin spice coffee with extra pumpkin spice and double the whipped cream." "Now we're talking." The guy smiled at Kari and glanced to Sicily. "You want the same?"

I am not on social media so I probably shouldn't worry about that. But what if my co-workers saw it...what if... "Lena". His voice cuts into my thoughts. I blinked. "You can trust me". Wait what? How did he read my mind? "I’ll have the special house blend latte, but make it with oat milk instead of regular, extra shot of espresso, and a touch of cinnamon on top.and one of those fresh blueberry muffins if they’re still warm,please.” He said all of a sudden. I blinked and nodded slowly then pulled the window to the kitchen area.

“I’m a paying customer.” “He’s getting that to go, Spider,” Mirrie said, ignoring Shane completely. “No, he’s not, Spider.” Mac eyed the pastries piled up in front of him. “Wow. Those smell good. Fresh-baked?” “Yep,” Spider said. “I made ‘em myself this morning. You want something?” “Sure do,” Mac said. “Maybe a few croissants? And a blueberry muffin and… ummm, let’s see… those white chocolate chip cookies look amazing.” He glanced at Mirrie, remembering how much she loved sweet stuff. “Three of those.”

Madeline's POV "So, which of these options do you prefer?" The pastry chef smiled as she arranged an elaborate selection of sweets on the white marble table of her boutique. The place was one of those expensive Belmonte spots—pale pink walls, crystal chandeliers, and a display case that looked more like a jewelry store than a bakery. "We have gourmet pistachio chocolate truffles, coconut truffles with Brazilian nuts, caramel fudge bites made with artisanal dulce de leche, and mini Belgian chocolate éclairs that have been a huge hit at this season’s events."

Bertha followed them with a pinched look on her face, but she did help with obtaining a plastic container from the fancy cabinetry. “Would you like a cookie?” Maddie offered him a lopsided plop of brown something. On second thought, her drawing wasn’t too off the mark. “No, thanks.” The smile began sliding off her face. “I made it.” He took the darn thing and bit in. The perfect sweetness spread on his tongue. Whatever the cookie looked like, Bertha had clearly made sure all the right ingredients had gone into it. “I like it.” She beamed at him.

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