Madeleine Cookie X Espresso Cookie Novels & Stories

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."

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.

“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 cookies sandwiched together with a creamy filling between them. After cooling them slightly on the baking sheet, we removed the cookies from their shells and paired them up according to their size. Tara and I had painstakingly sandwiched them together with ganache, buttercream, and jam filling to make the children’s favourite double-decker cookies. The ones we had laid out were mildly moist and quickly melted in the mouth. And I was startled to see that the chocolate and raspberry ones were disappearing in an alarmingly rapid way. “But leave some for your g

she said, it sounds like she is questioning my idea. “No, to try their new cookies” I replied, before standing up “what type of coffee do you drink or do you prefer tea?” “Affogato,” she replied. I nodded before going to the counter to order. A few minutes later, a barista came back with our order. Maren turns out to be a foodie, not that I am annoyed by it. She is also cute when she eats, she totally forgets that she is in the public and didn't even get anxious when some paparazzi were taking our pictures.

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.

I saw Samuel struggling with the bags, but I ignored him. "Ma'am, we offer delivery. If you want we can-" "No, thank you." I cut her off before she can even finish what she was saying and leave. What a nosy gal. Should we go for ice cream? Maddie's favourite flavor available? Maddie's favourite flavor was a limited edition ice cream in the Ice Cafe Cream, it's strawberry cookies cream cheese. Venice's favourite is coffee, while mine is anything! I like everything. Should I wait for...