Mint Choco Cookie Run Novelas e Histórias

It seems like I am officially the house's errand girl for as long a duration as Mom pleases, maybe I shouldn’t have skipped school after all, I’m normally not one to regret my decisions but the punishment seriously does not fit the crime here. After picking up all the things on the list, I decided to get a treat for myself. I searched for my favorite snack, a chocolate and coconut flakes cookie. As I came across the shelf where the cookie was supposed to be stocked I found it empty. I didn't give up though, I rummaged through the entire shelf and neighboring snack baskets until I came across an old pack. It may have been old and dusty and squeezed but it was still my chocolate coconut cookie

I open one of the drawers and a large container with a note greets me. I couldn't leave without baking you some ~ Claire Lifting it from its respectful place, I open the container and the fresh smell of chocolate chips cookies hits me. I wash my hands and take out a cookie, there is a crunchy sound as I bite into it. Moaning in great pleasure from the cookie, I continue to take from the container until only half is left. Closing it, I put it back where I got it and finish cooking.

“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.

“Well … I don’t want to make anyone feel sad.” He smirks evenly. “How kind of you.” My hand snaps out, grabbing the top cookie. I bring it to my mouth impatiently, taking a deep inhale of the sugary chocolate scent. I want to take a nibble, but my body demands a mouthful, my teeth sinking into the gooey insides of the treat. Like an exaggerated commercial meant to sell the cookies, I roll my eyes in my head. “Ohff my gahd,” I mumble around the food.

"Grab the dark chocolate chips. Pour them in. The key is to use the entire bag." I did as he asked. "I came because I thought the castle could use some sleep." He turned toward me with an intense gaze. "And why did you think you would calm him?" "I didn't. I hoped for it." Zander dipped his finger into the batter and sucked it into his mouth. "That's good," he said, sliding it toward me. Slowly, I did the same, closing my eyes at the chocolate goodness. He preheated the oven, grabbed two spoons, and placed a cookie sheet in front of us. "Help me spoon these. They need to chill for 30 minutes."

“Sir, just curious, are there any flavors of your company’s chocolate you didn’t like but you still released a flavor of it?” “Yes,” he quickly answered as if a flavor immediately came to his mind. “The, miint chocolate.” “‘What’s wrong with mint chocolate flavor?’” I asked chuckling. “It tastes like toothpaste, it feels like I’m eating toothpaste,” he complained about his own chocolate flavor. “But there are people who enjoy eating mint chocolate flavor, I still released that flavor without any special treatment for other flavors. As long as there is at least one person who likes that flavor, I won’t stop releasing that flavor all over the world.”

Then, he leaned back and said, “It’s so-so.” He saw Charlie frown, but Adrian dismissed it and reached out for a cookie. He took a bite and had to swallow a moan! The crisp edge gave way to a soft, chewy center, and the bittersweet chocolate melted on his tongue! Then came the nutty crunch of the pistachio, a perfect mix of saltiness and sweetness. It was the best-tasting cookie he had ever tried! However, he dared not express it. Instead, Adrian said, “It’s not bad.”

The gingerbread man was gone. In its place was a pile of fine, black powder that stank of mold and rotting meat. I almost threw up. I ran back to my room and typed a message to NocturneNotes with trembling fingers: The cookie is gone! It turned into black powder, and it’s moving! What the hell is this?! The reply was almost instantaneous: Add me on Discord. Now. We need to voice chat. I immediately opened Discord and searched for the user. I sent a friend request.

’ In no time I heard the outside be rushed by someone. Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Cookies! Give me! Give me! I kept shouting at Carter through our mind link when he blocked me out I whimper, I want the cookie, give me a cookie, I’m a good girl, good girls get treats, mine, mine, mine ‘Okay girl stay still’ Carter said then threw me the cookie, I jumped to get it but Cosmo smashed on my chest and we both hit the ground.

his mother broke the contemplative silence, "I think we've had enough heavy conversation for one day. How about something lighter?" She rose and opened a cabinet, pulling out a large tin filled with cookies. "These are my famous chocolate chip cookies," she said, offering the container to us. "Nothing solves life's problems like homemade cookies." As Clay eagerly grabbed a cookie, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, if this is part of the Luna training program, count me in." He winked at me as he took a satisfying bite, the chocolate melting and mixing with the emotions that colored the moment. "Trust me, the perks are one of the best parts."