Mint Choco Cookie Run Novels & Stories

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"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

“So much… warmth.” “It’s because the heat works,” Michael offered, sitting cross-legged on the floor like an interviewer. “Mm,” Gina said, unsure of how to react to that. Mex leaned against the armchair, arms folded, “What kind of cookies did you bring?”, he asked, “and do they contain hidden raisins?” Gina brightened, “Chocolate chip. With a little sea salt.” “Acceptable,” Mex commented seriously.

I grin picking up the food, throwing fluttering lashes of adoration at him with a grin. “I clearly do … I even bought you this.” Arrick pulls a bag from his jacket pocket, a flat, striped paper bag I don’t recognize and take it from him. Opening carefully, I realize it contains a wrapped cookie in rainbow colors with a sticker that reads. Magical Unicorn Cookie It’s a colorful, chocolate and candy stuffed cookie in supersize and looks like he brought it back with him from wherever they were today. My heart does a happy little skip and almost melts with the gooeyness of how incredibly cute he can be when I least expect it.

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.

“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.”