Pancake Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

Emily pleaded as she pushed the food to her. Allison nodded as she took little bites of the pancakes Emily made, she took a little slip of the tea and didn't feel like eating again. Emily nodded as she moved the tray away. “Listen Allison, I know that your devastated but that's the master for you, he loves to tear you apart when you least expect” Emily said with a sad frown. Allison would have cried more but she had no more tears to spare.

Pheonix says, always trying to bend the rules. "My loves, I've done it. Give the message to King Leonardo. Kathleen has left the safety of these bitter-sweet castle walls. Soon, my dear pets, we'll rule havoc all of clone-dearest's kingdom." I command to my little pets, soon I'll give them the world. Once I do, I'll finally be able to leave mine.

I may have died, gone to heaven, and got sent straight back down to hell. Maverick hasn’t lost his touch. Those pancakes were divine. He remains untouchable as the Pancake God of Breakfastdom. It’s a place. It’s real. Don’t fucking question me. I lived there for some odd amount of years until Pancake God decided to boot me out of his kingdom.

(Cecilia leaves the room) (Meanwhile) Princess Cecilia: Dad, I want to order bread for breakfast, that's what Paul and I wanna eat King Roland: Okay, order from Sensation Bakery Princess Cecilia: They've not been available for the past few weeks King Roland: Ohhh, which other top notch bakery is in a few mile radius. Princess Cecilia: Let me check.... Ohhhh, I found one, Smith's bakery. King Roland: I just hope they're baked goods are as good as I hope, okay, order it. (Meanwhile) Paris: Dad!!! Dad!!! Mr Smith: What's wrong dear?

“Okay.” Nathan pulled over a stool and helped her climb up so she could see the counter. “How do you feel about pancakes shaped like animals?” Her eyes lit up. “Can we make a unicorn?” Nathan chuckled. “That’s ambitious. But I think we can give it a try.” The kitchen filled with the quiet clinking of bowls and spoons, the occasional giggle from Alexia when Nathan dropped flour on his shirt or tried to draw a cat and ended up with something that looked more like a blob.

"No. I want half of that plate." "That won't be enough." "I'm not hungry anyways." "Charlotte-" "The lady says she's not hungry. You should respect her decision." Michael said to get on Prince Lucas' nerves. "Thank you." Charlotte said with a smile. Prince Lucas shot him a look of disbelief as he took the plate from his hands and took away two pancakes from the plate. "Extra syrup?" He asked Charlotte. She nodded. Michael drizzled some more on the pancakes. "They're buttermilk pancakes made by Lucas here. Believe it or not, he's a decent cook and this is probably the best he can make. It tastes great too. I'm sure you'd like it." He said as he handed her the plate.

"Fuck!! this really is happening" Micage mumbled, running his hands through his hair. Emily placed her hand on his shoulder trying to give him the little support she could. "I don't quite get something" Thomas spoke from his place catching everybody's attention. "So if the present king isn't the Alpha king and Melissa is the Alpha while Micage is the King. Who then is the true Alpha King, we need just one to rule us". All eyes casted downwards before turning to Emily, the elder of wisdom. She frowned before letting out a sigh

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”

Dane led the way, walking straight into his kitchen. On the counter, different raw ingredients had been arranged. My brows knitted in confusion as I watched him. I blinked. "What are you doing?" "Making pancakes." He said it like it was obvious. I blinked again. Bewildered. The last thing I'd have expected on coming here was to see the Alpha King, standing before a marble counter with a bowl, flour and egg. Wanting to cook. He never ceases to surprise me. "Can you even cook?"

Which he did. The scent of fresh pancakes, crispy bacon, and maple syrup hit us the second we stepped into the sun-drenched kitchen, mingling with the earthy lake breeze drifting through the open French doors. Lila was a glittery whirlwind of curls and dinosaur pajamas at the kitchen island, Maria patiently helping her arrange a plate piled high with “dinosaur-shaped” pancakes—jagged T-Rex silhouettes cut with cookie cutters, complete with blueberry spike details. “Rawr, Mommy! Daddy!” she squealed, launching herself at us the second she spotted us. “I made you a stegosaurus! It’s got spikes and everything! Look!”