Raspberry Cookie X Latte Cookie Novels & Stories

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

and stops short of my name. Staring over my menu, he has a wide grin. Andre is standing tall with his hands behind his back. He only slightly shifts between his heels, awaiting my response. “I’ll take a latte with a caramel shot and a strawberry tart,” I respond with a coy wink, and he plays along. The delicious aphrodisiac should help sate my appetite for Lola. Her berry scent is tempting me to misbehave with her this close. I must control myself, and the sweet treat should do the trick.

No, this was something else entirely. Emma looked uncomfortable and shrugged. “There are tiers in this pack. He’s above my tier. Here you go. It’s a butterscotch latte. I hope you like it. If not, let me know. It’s one of my favorites, so I figured it was a good option,” she rambled on.

For a long moment, he said nothing, just stood there, lost in thoughts. Then he turned around and said, “I’m waving the white flag.” Four pair of eyes widened. Killian pulled out his phone, tapped somethings on the screen, and held it up. The quadruplets leaned forward. A picture of four giant ice cream tubs filled the display. Alessio gasped. IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS…? Matteo leaned closer. VANILLA COOKIES… Leo covered his mouth. MINT CHOCOLATE… Rocco’s soul visibly left his body. IS THAT RAINBOW SORBET?

I said, and take another bite. She pulls out a sharpie and circles the cake on the laminated menu. I watch her stand and walk over to the table. She brings back six plates and I now have three cakes to sample. “Here we have the coconut cake with chocolate mousse and white cream, the classic vanilla cake with passion fruit curd and passion fruit cream, and the toasted almond cake with chocolate mousse and crushed raspberry cream.” “Ooh,” I say, and my eyes widen like saucers.

Before I could ask further questions, he continued, "With one of the most famous businesswomen, Ms. Casey Renaulds." Instantly, I tightened my grip on the knife and questioned, "What did he order?" "Fruit custard and espresso with no sugar for himself, strawberry pancakes with Vanilla Mocha Deluxe for the lady." I gave a tight-lipped smile before saying, "Okay, I will make it." Mr. Colleny asked with concern, "Are you okay, dear?" I nodded abruptly. "Indeed, I am." I made strawberry pancakes, fruit custard, and Vanilla Mocha Deluxe perfectly. However, I added three spoons of sugar in the espresso.

he let out a low laugh, "How come you don't have peppermint tea? What a joke." It felt more like a rhetorical question to Marcella, "Our stock ran out just five minutes ago. We do have, however, black, earl gray, camomile…" "I don't remember asking to be lectured on the kinds of tea," he replied pompously. "What are these?" he lazily pointed to the pastries on the showcases. "We have blueberry and pumpkin scones. Chocolate, hazelnut, and pistachio croissants—"

“Wow.” Tristan blinked. “This tastes like childhood and sin combined.” Rose laughed. “I’m putting that on my website.” We tasted lemon coconut, red velvet, and almond cream. Everything was good, but Tristan and I both kept going back to the chocolate hazelnut. “I think we found our winner,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off his thumb. “I think so too,” I smiled. “It’s… us.” “Rich and dangerous?” he teased. I laughed. “Sweet and a little dramatic.”

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

This man is an insane genius for his own good' Pari kept thinking by herself. She checked the plates for her clue. She checked the order of dishes if they hint any numbers or something. 'How am I going to deal with 7 dessert plates and a coffee cup????' she thought. Next she checked the coffee cup. It was latte with a question mark. She realised that it was a question. Then she moved back to the other plates to check if she could get any clue Macaroon Apple Pie Red velvet cake Raspberry tart Yam pudding Marshmallow pie