Strawberry Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The market bustles with life, but Maya can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. “Mom, can we get strawberries?” Aiden asks, tugging at her sleeve. “Sure, baby, let’s grab a box,” she replies, her eyes scanning the crowd. As they approach the fruit stand, a strange scent drifts through the air—a mix of damp earth and something metallic, a smell that makes her wolf stir uncomfortably within her. Panic rises, knotting her stomach. “Mama, what’s wrong?” Rose asks, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.

He desperately needed to connect to the outside world. Jim pried the phone from the still warm fingers of the hand and tapped the screen to check for a signal. No bars were showing, but the screen was open on a text conversation. He swallowed hard. He was sure he recognised the number and it made him nauseous. The most recent message had been sent a few hours ago, while Jim had been out weeding. It read: TY Phil, once again u r a STAR!!! I’ll b there soon 2 pick up the spare keys. Don’t tell J I’m w8ing for him @ the bungalow. Don’t want him 2 do another runner!!! xxx

Before I was even seven years old, I was already mixing orange powder with beer at home to make my own “cocktails.” I never thought I’d quit drinking for a woman who didn’t love me, or even fell out with a friend I’d known since childhood. That was beyond stupid. Coming to my senses, I gave Isaac a playful punch to the chest and chuckled. “After all those excuses, you’re not getting old and worried you can’t keep up with me, are you?” Isaac instantly flushed red and fired off a message in our circle of friends’ group chat. “Just you wait. Tonight I’m bringing all the guys over, and I’m going to drink you under the table!”

Camilla was a big spender. They had only been in the store for less than an hour, and Kyle’s sister had taken more things than she needed. Camilla pushed a stroll beside Hana while she held onto her basket. There was only a pack of tampons there. She didn’t want to overindulge herself. Camilla looked at Hana’s basket and emptied some of the chocolates into it. Hana tried to protest, but the lady gave her the famous McKenna look.

Mrs May brought three cups of piping hot tea on a tray with chocolate chip cookies. She layed them on the small round table in the middle of the sitting room. Grabbing her shawl, she draped it over her shoulders, spreading her hands out to the fire. She rubbed them together in anticipation.

They named it after me and I'm just so proud that the coffee shop sounds like mine. Grabdma Fuchsia and Grandpa Martes lives at the third floor of that shop during business days and closes the shop every summer. People at the Rue City were Strawberry's Coffee Shop is located turns into a sad community every time summer hits the year because Grandma closes the shop to held a general cleaning and annual renovation.

The farce didn't end just because I left. Gaius's affair lingered at the top of trending searches for days, stirring up storms across the city. Back when we started our business, people in the industry jokingly called us the "Golden Couple" of commerce. We were so plain then, barely distinguishable from passersby. Gaius would even kneel to tie my shoelaces in front of others. So when Nikki uploaded videos online—clips of Gaius abandoning me twice, on two separate wedding days—the internet erupted.

While Tommy left to play, Erin sat beside Irene, leaning in to ask adorably into her ear, "Does my brother mind?" Irene was actually bewildered. "Don't you know modesty?" Erin smiled. She was once again how she had been—bright and cheerful. People do change for the better when they are in the company of good people, and James Cross' care helped her find her old self. "I crave strawberries," Erin suddenly said. Irene got up. "I'll get some for you." Strawberries were out of season, and hefty prices came with scarcity. Still, it was no issue for them—Isaac was rich, and they had all the money they could waste.

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.

I caught her staring and casually moved closer to Caroline, resting my hand on the small of her back. Caroline glanced up at me. “Protecting your claim?” “Just making sure no one tries to adopt you. You look twelve.” She gasped. “Rude.” The cashier cleared her throat. “Uh… what can I get you?” Caroline stepped forward, suddenly business-mode. “One cookie dough, one chocolate swirl, one strawberry cheesecake, and a scoop of marshmallow mint.” The girl looked mildly horrified. “All in one cup?” “No. I’m not a savage. Four different cups.”