Mint Choco Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Now you've made me spill my tea, you will pay. Charity> Don't worry I am coming for you, I'd make you spill your tea even more but for now I gotta go cause I'm quite busy. Chat you up lera goat. Goat. Yes sometimes she calls Cookie that and the funny thing is that Cookie doesn't find it annoying like the way Martina's does. Cookie> (*waving sticker) okay bye goat. Cookie finished eating and placed the tray on her bedside locker before she fell on her bed again. Her hands were under her head while her face was up looking at the ceiling and contemplating if she should send fabby a text.

Like, maybe there was a way to permanently suppress or get rid of this curse. I swore at myself as I came to the realization that maybe, just this one time, running had not been my best move. Just because I went to a pack didn’t mean I’d have to stay there. I could always run from there. But now I wondered if Trevor would even still take me, or if I had just blown it. I wondered if my ego would even let me go beg for forgiveness. 'But now you need to run.' The voice sounded urgent. I shook my wrist, the silver bracelet bouncing harshly against my skin. It twinged a bit, but it usually did the trick to shut the voice up.

Call me. I picked it up and pressed the button as I grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies from the oven. My stomach cried out, sounding like two cats fighting in a back alley. "Hey. That was quick." Jace spoke between soft panting. "Yeah, what're you up to? Making some girl’s night?" I smiled and moved to get a plate and spatula. The cookies had a few minutes to cool before me and a gallon of milk were taking them out.

“You’ll be in charge of cookies.” I pause. “Wait—what?” She jots something down on her clipboard. “We need someone to handle cookies for the sale. You’ll be responsible for providing at least fifteen dozen.” I sit up. “Fifteen dozen?” “That’s the minimum,” another mom chimes in. I blink. “That’s… 180 cookies.” Carol nods. “Exactly.” I let out a slow breath. “Okay, so like… we buy them, right?” The room goes silent.

“Try harder.” Their hands cramped, trembling violently, but they forced the rune into place. Finally, the last line met the first. The rune blazed. A hungry light rippled outward, devouring itself. The stone glowed, then went smooth again, as though nothing had ever touched it. The cloaked figure gasped. “It’s gone.” “It is hidden,” Nehyr corrected. His eyes glinted. “And waiting.” They dared to whisper. “Is it time to activate it?”

"V, I'm a hacker, not Martha Stewart. Fine... searching... okay. Ultimate Revenge Chocolate Chip Cookies. High sugar, high butter, low room for error. I’m projecting the ingredients onto your contact lens now." I moved with a frantic, focused energy. Flour, sugar, butter. I slammed the ingredients onto the marble island. Mia stood by the door, arms crossed, looking like a miniature version of a courtroom judge. "You're doing it wrong," she said after five minutes. "The butter has to be soft. You’re hitting it like you want to kill it." "Maybe I do," I grunted, grabbing a wooden spoon and attacking the bowl. I felt the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. My blouse was sticking to my back,

Please pass my thanks on to your Shifter friend along with his share of the cookies. Thankyou again, Maggie. Feeling irritated, I grab the plate of chocolate chip cookies and take it to my room. My bed is freshly made and waiting for me. I quickly change into my unicorn pyjamas and climb in under the blankets. I settle in to watch N*****x for a bit while I eat my cookies and try and forget the general stupidity of men. Or at least of one man in particular. My relaxation doesn't last long because I get a text. It's from Megan.

I raise the plastic of sweets I am holding and I mentally shake my head as I walk towards the couch. I cannot sleep and Nicolai is giving me sweets for snacks. I think he really doesn't want me to sleep. I sigh and pulled out the bottled drink before I reach the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. It taste plain and simple that is why I choose it first, the oatmeal over power the chocolate chip. The only exciting in this snack is because it is chewy and chunky.

Celine remembered what Daniel told her about Minerva’s abortion and she felt bad. They were finishing their meal when a servant brought out medicine bottles. Minerva popped the pills one by one like candies. “Mother, it’s night time already, do you need so much vitamins?” she tried to read each bottle. Some names she’s familiar with are vitamins while some are very hard to pronounce. “When you reach my age, you will also resort to this cocktail” “It’s for hormones. To keep my youth” “You know men likes it when you make them happy in bed” she gave an unsolicited advice.

Sensing her angry shadow, Miro made a decision and turned. Darghelm lurked in an alley, and hands in pockets, she headed his way. He moved further into concealment, and she stopped at the entrance. “I’m not an idiot.” She called out. “I know you’re there, and I’m going to have an ice cream cone and watch the humans while I rest. You’re welcome to join me.” Not waiting for an answer, she headed into the store and selected salted malted chocolate chip cookie dough. The salted aspects were vital as it tasted of home. Choosing a stool near the window, she focused on her delicious treat.