Raspberry Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

She carefully lifted each slice and placed them onto two plates. "This is a Trollkrem cake. It is lingonberry, blood, and vanilla mousse. Bon Appetit." Esper passed Lucca one of the plates and watched as he dug in. Lucca's eyes lit up as the velvety dessert melted on his tongue. "This is amazing. I thought I was the only one who enjoyed food." Lucca took another bite, savoring the decadent dessert. "I want to open up my own patisserie, but my parents always called my passion an obsession. They hoped one day I would give it up." His bright copper eyes dimmed as Lucca recalled his parents' disappointment. Esper reached over gently grasped his arm.

I grabbed one off the metal rack, reading the label with sleep blurred eyes. Pumpkin spice, my nose crinkled as I pulled a face. I knew he’d like it. I’d have to fix something else for myself, I dumped his coffee into the machine pulling down the lever. Moving to the cabinet, I grabbed a coffee mug. Putting the cup under the water from the tap as I turned to the microwave. Placing it inside and pressing the button to heat the water as I opened the drawer to all the teas we had. We had plenty to choose from, Ginger for Cherise and any of the other flock members who got pregnant. Almond matcha for April. Lavender and rose hips for Charlotte.

Viren came running to the kitchen followed by Myra. " Mami !!! Good morning! Did you make them?? " Viren asked, though he was looking at them. " Of course, why would I not?? " I smiled. I had already packed both the things packed in boxes and handed them their box. " Wow !! They look yummy! Which flavour is this? " Myra said. " Raspberry tarts and Marble cake with chocolate and vanilla. Want a taste??" I asked and they nodded. I took two spoons and scooped up some of the mixture. They just loved it. The look of pure pleasure on their faces as they licked the spoons clean, made me laugh. I was still smiling when Mohit came back ready to go to the office.

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

“The ones we sell most are Cappuccino and Latte, sometimes Espresso and other times Americano.” “But when you look at the breakfast menu, the only thing we have on the list are; sandwiches and waffles.” “Which is great, but is quite limited. And because the breakfast options are limited, so are the coffee orders.” “For instance; rice pudding goes well with a cup of robust coffee” “What on earth is robust coffee?” Adrian exclaimed. “Cinnamon and vanilla mix.” Ivy winked. “Ohh” he exclaimed. “And there’s a pairing of donuts and milkshake, that goes well too, but we don’t have milkshake on the menu and neither do we have donuts.”

Ang hinhin ng paraan ng pagsubo ni Trinity, may papunas punas pa siya ng table napkin sa bibig niya, wala namang dumi. Tinikman ko ang Chocolate Amaretti Casatta Cake at ang sarap pala, ang lambot sa bibig. Nang maubos ko lahat ang dessert ko ininom ko ang Italian Raspberry Mojito ng ilang lagukan lang. Grabe ang tamis, parang gusto ko ulit mag order ng isa pa pero pinigilan ko, siguro babalik nalang ako ulit dito ng ako lang mag isa. Magpapa alam ako kay Daddy, baka sakaling payagan niya ako.

“I’m responsible!” Rose chuckles beside us. “Rook, just let her have two flavors before she explodes.” “Fine, fine,” I sigh, standing up. “What will it be?” Harlow grins, pointing. “Strawberry and chocolate!” “Classic choice,” I nod approvingly, then glance at Rose. “You?” “Lemon and raspberry,” she says, already handing over the money before I can. I roll my eyes but don’t argue, turning to the worker. “Pistachio and espresso for me.”

“Last is deserts!” “There is a Chocolate Pistachio Dome. When you cut into it, there is German Chocolate mouse on a bed of brownie with Chocolate gnash. This is a Passionberry Parfait with a graham cracker crust. This is a Lemon Tart topped with raspberries. This last one is a Blueberry and Lemon Cake Shooter.” Alec cut the chocolate dome and fed me a bite. The chocolate melted in my mouth and made me moan in response. “This is so good.” I said with a mouth full of chocolate.

The place smelled like butter and vanilla and cinnamon, like somebody had taken comfort and given it a physical form. A chalkboard behind the counter listed specials in Liberty’s looping handwriting: ROSEMARY SEA-SALT FOCACCIA BROWN BUTTER COOKIES LEMON TARTS “BAD DECISIONS” CHOCOLATE CAKE — ASK LIBERTY WHY Liberty stood behind the display case, hair in a messy half up twist, flour on her cheek like a signature. She saw me and lit up. “There she is!” she called, loud enough to make a man near the window glance up. “Dr. Death and Glory!”

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.