Red Velvet Cookie Run Novels & Stories

I guess they ran out of their neat vodka shots earlier. Next are the cookies, and I can feel Kara tense with nerves, hoping everyone will like them. I try her red velvet and give her a wink. It’s chocolaty and gooey and who isn’t going to like it? Everyone selects a mixture of cookies and I try all of them. They are actually so good. Kara has a genuine gift for baking. I bop her with my hip and she lets out a relieved smile.

“I’m serious… “I really want to start over with you… “Give me another chance, okay?” She held me tightly, as if afraid I might disappear. I stood there, silent for a moment. Then, I gently pried her hands away. “Claudia, it’s been seven years. “My love’s run out.” I turned around to look at her. Her face was covered in tears. I didn’t linger and turned to walk away. Behind me, Claudia’s sobs echoed through the room. But I never looked back. Just like arrows, once released, they could never return to the bow.

Macy was shooting against Violet first. Violet won first for her side of the table and if she had thought Macy's look was bad before she was mistaken, Macy had turned downright red when Brandon grabbed Violet's waist pulling her closer to him in celebratory gesture. The game kicked off with Violet scoring the first cup, Macy glaring at her over the cups the entire game was pretty much how that went. It didn't take long for Violet's side of the table to win, Brandon being an equally good partner almost took the fun out of it, after all it was a fun way to get drunk, and the other side had only made four of the sixteen cups. Violet had found that along the way of the game Brandon was getting

Derinem turned, moving to the door, "I'll be waiting in the car, and Zayne, You ignore your mother's call one last time, and I'll hurt you, I promise." Zayne nodded, turning to look at Milo, who had a towel around his neck and was climbing out of the ropes, still muttering, "I have a bad feeling about this." ****** They walked into the Costellos' mansion, Milo's eyes already roaming about, choosing the next decoration to transform the Sicilian manor into. For Costello was all about taste. Everything screamed extravagance, and God forbid Milo let anybody beat him even in something as minor as decorations; if the situation wasn't so serious, he'd have smiled.

She needed it more than I did. Uriel laughed, "Thank you," and took a sip. I didn't mind her red lipstick staining the bottle. If anything, it was artful. "But do you really want to lead that bad?" she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, setting the bottle down on the table. "You know the responsibility that comes with that chair, Matteo." "It's what I'm already doing, Uriel. Do you know the responsibility that comes with that chair? Come," I set my cup down and reached for her hand, pulling her up to her feet. "We should practice for your wedding."

“She should be more popular than this.” Calvin looked down at the tab. He swiped back to the first page and his breath stalled. The person on the cover looked like him. Not exactly him, but it had his features and was animated. A bulb switched in his head. Kent. Angel Kent. Miss Kent. The necklace. The kisses. The night with the rogues. It all led back to one person. His angel. There was only one way to find out. His heart raced as he picked up his phone to text the full names to Rock.

As she walked in, she was hit by a scrumptious aroma of freshly baked cupcakes, despite having already eaten she felt like she wouldn't mind a bite or two. Scar's feet dragged her to the source of the amazing aroma, she found Natalie removing a bunch of freshly baked cupcakes from the oven. "Hey, you're back," Nat said, opening her arms for a hug. Scar walked to her friend and gave her a bear hug, "Yep, whatcha baking?" "Red velvet cupcakes." She grinned waving at her masterpiece. "Ohhh, that's awesome, can I have one, " Scar asked, pulling out her pouty puppy dog eye face.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I shocked Mommy and Daddy with today's mess... It's almost midnight here Mommy, I'll call you later." After disconnecting the phone, Angel smiled again and ran a little to Stella, who was waiting at the door. She put her arm around Stella's shoulder and whispered, "Let's have a few drinks tonight, Stella. I have whiskey." **** Logan continued to dwell on the sheets of paper piled up with books recording several activities from year to year. Soon, Greyson's company would be holding a masquerade ball, which was celebrated with great fanfare every year. Logan was always busy because he was the only one who prepared everything, even though he had made a mess last night.

By the time Ellie ended the call, she felt the familiar warmth settle around her chest. She returned to work with renewed energy, pushing through reports, emails, and contracts. She moved with a rhythm that was entirely hers, each decision deliberate, each interaction purposeful. At the close of the day, the office quieting as lights dimmed and employees trickled out, Ellie felt the pull of anticipation. She took a brief detour past a small cake shop, drawn by a quiet thought in her mind. The baker’s display gleamed under the soft glow of the shop’s lights, and Ellie’s eyes landed on a single cake—the deep, velvety red of the Red Velvet, layered with rich cream cheese frosting. She purchased