Novel & Cerita Red Velvet Cookie Run

Running across the sand. Fair. With Adrian's shoe in his mouth. Reasonable. Proudly. God. Very proudly. Fair. Like he'd hunted it himself. Reasonable honestly. Then the chase began. God. Cookie ran. Fair. Adrian ran. Reasonable. Peanut ran. God. Then everybody else ran too. Fair. The entire beach. Reasonable honestly. Then Cookie turned it into a game. God. The worst possible outcome. Fair. Because puppies love games. Reasonable.

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

She gripped the counter, nausea rising. The collar was the exact shade of red Valerio had called her slip last night. Crimson. Blood and silk. It wasn’t just a threat—it was a message. Cael had eyes on her. And he knew. Valerio’s past hadn’t just caught up to him. It had slithered into their present, wrapped in velvet and poison. When Valerio returned, the first thing he saw was Sera, curled in a chair, the note on the table beside her.

A red lipstick. “Lar.sson” I read the brand name out a loud. What?! So, it was obviously Elias's doing. Wow, I didn't know he had a cosmetic brand, sounds interesting. What else could come as a surprise to me about him? I smiled to myself and caught myself immediately. The thought of him wasn't supposed to be giving me butterflies.

" I quietly pulled out my phone and messaged our competition: [You can start your game launch now.] In the next instant, Jessica, who had been detailing the tough journey of the game’s development, and Wayne both turned pale.

Bartise said as he held the door for us, and I passed by him. “You can believe what you want. I did not pay,” I said dismissively. We got back to the truck, and he opened the door. As he’s walking to the driver's side, I notice the redhead run to the black car. I snicker a little to myself as she so obviously almost fell. “What is so funny?” Cindy asked next to me. “Someone almost fell running to their car,” I stated. “Where?” Cindy asked. “They are gone now,” I replied.

"And don't put it from the left. You must circle His Majesty the seat from behind and place it from the right. Do you understand?" "Understood, Miss." "Be very careful, they are not the nicest for faulty...you could get yourself killed if you do something stupid!" She warned Bella and the other servants. "Then all of you follow me." Eight servants including Bella stepped behind Miss Rowena. They passed through the hallways of the main wing of the pavilion which had previously been a forbidden place for Bella. The dominance of sky blue and gold on the floors, walls, and all the furniture gives the impression as if every part of the house is gilded.

As Milli iced the gingerbread cookies Aunt Elizabeth had volun-told her to make, she struggled with the pain. It had only been a little over a month since her world went to heck in a cake box. She had spent two days decorating gingerbread cookies. Camille had asked for help from the Women’s Auxiliary since the diving coach wasn’t much of a baker and the dive team needed a fundraiser for the Winter Carnival and were assigned the cakewalk and bake sale booths. Every cookie brought back a memory of home Milli didn’t want to remember, and she ruined half of what she baked before she found her groove. She decorated the traditional cookies with red, blue, or green scarves and hats, then added whit

"You didn't think I was aiming at the capital's convoy, did you?" The King turned his head, his face pale as his lead guard dragged a white fox out of the thicket—a rare pelt, drilled clean through the left eye socket. "A clean shot," Aeon whispered, his voice trembling slightly despite his efforts to maintain his composure. "The fur will make a fine collar for the Queen," I said, tossing the bleeding carcass toward his lead driver. "Consider it a token of our hospitality." "Did the supervisor give you that broth because you're special, Obi, or did you find another hidden safe under the platform?" Amira Cole asked, setting her laundry basket down on the floor of the Silver Chamber.

As I indeed begin to blend in with the curtains after swiping a glass of red wine from a waiter, I watch them over the rim of my half-full glass. Stella’s gushing in her emotions, and he’s stroking her dusty brown hair fondly. I trace his enamoring gaze and find them fix on her neck. The dress she wears has no arms and hugs her slim figure tightly. Her dusty brown short hair is ironed back and hovers above her shoulders. His fingers finally brush her neck and incite a flush on her face before he leans to whisper things into her ear. When he straightens, Stella’s even redder and nods her consent to whatever he must’ve told her.