Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Novels & Stories

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

I paused, she still had her eyes on me, meaning I wasn't done making specifics. “And lots of milk too” I finally said, she nodded and walked away to prepare my coffee. That certainly wasn't so hard, I thought to myself. Madison loved cookies, cookies were sweet which means she loved sugar. And who wouldn't love milk In their coffee, I nodded in satisfaction of my choice. “Here it is,” the waitress said, handing out two cups of coffee to me. I took it out of her hand and picked up my card before walking straight back into my car.

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.

Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, they were irresistible. As if we hadn't eaten enough that we might pop, we also tried Madeleines, small shell-shaped cakes that were slightly crispy on the outside. They had a hint of lemon that made them refreshingly different from most of the desserts I've had, even though I wasn't really a lemon fan. To wash all this down, we got a bottle of Château Margaux, a red wine with a slightly acidic taste. Cecil, being the wine enthusiast she is, nearly finished the whole bottle herself.

Even though he was not my boyfriend, and he wouldn't be my husband. I knew that I had to learn it all to be able to please him. Seeing my eagerness to brew the coffee, as I stood close to the brewing coffee maker, Madonna smiled and said, "Master Richard likes Robusta. A stronger and more bitter coffee. He also likes Espresso too. As he likes it more concentrated." "I see," I replied to Madonna with a smile. "Don't worry. I can brew that. My dad likes Espresso too. It's one of my favorites, only that I like adding steamed milk to my own," I said, smiling at Madonna, and she asked me, "So you can make coffee?"

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

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.

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.

Before I could ask further questions, he continued, "With one of the most famous businesswomen, Ms. Casey Renaulds." Instantly, I tightened my grip on the knife and questioned, "What did he order?" "Fruit custard and espresso with no sugar for himself, strawberry pancakes with Vanilla Mocha Deluxe for the lady." I gave a tight-lipped smile before saying, "Okay, I will make it." Mr. Colleny asked with concern, "Are you okay, dear?" I nodded abruptly. "Indeed, I am." I made strawberry pancakes, fruit custard, and Vanilla Mocha Deluxe perfectly. However, I added three spoons of sugar in the espresso.