Strawberry Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The lock she had targeted just fluttered back into her face. Teresa’s serene gaze settled on a tray of lemon cookies; their raspberry glaze was glistening with a mix of a frosty outer layer and the edible glitter that Charlotte had found in a back shelf. “I think we would like two dozen of those, please.” Charlotte’s smile shot into a genuine one, and she rushed to locate a travel box. “These are my favorites,” Lotte stuttered, hurrying to get the cookies packaged and yet also minding to handle them with care. “I am thinking of doing some blueberry cookies tomorrow, with a dark cherry glaze… In case you want to come back.”

“You look like Daddy.” I froze, unsure of how to answer that. The heck I don't. “…I do?” He nodded solemnly. “But louder.” Milo added, “And less angry.” I laughed weakly. “I get that a lot.” I reached into the box, pulling out two small cookies I’d packed as samples. Strawberry flavoured. “Okay,” I said, holding them up. “One rule.” They leaned in. “You don’t tell anyone.” They nodded enthusiastically.

I felt bad to lie to her. The ride was a blur and we've arrived at Queen's mate's restaurant. When Fin became a werewolf, he felt a bad feeling when Queen talked to guys in their resto. So Fin made an All-girls resto on the backfield of the resto and sometimes, 'good' girls have their party there. "Cmon! We've arrived." I shouted and knocked on the car's window when i saw Autumn still sat in the car and her eyes stared straight at the car's dashboard. She blocked out too much!

"The kid’s code was encrypted through a three-layer dead-man switch," Malakai Reed muttered, slamming a heavily modified satellite tablet onto the polished mahogany desk. "If his pulse stops, the server blocks wipe everything. We lose the Swiss accounts, the shipping manifests, the entire digital vault of the Ashford estate."

Nestled among the savory items were bowls of plump, juicy strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries, their deep, rich colors a feast for the eyes. He had even thought to include delicate cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off, some cutlets, and for dessert, he had packed a small tin of chocolate truffles, each one rolled in cocoa powder and filled with rich, velvety ganache and doughnuts, a nod to the traditional English picnic.

'What are you going to do? "Run," I said, staring down at the pile of money. "Three years. I've saved enough. Time to find somewhere new."

She stopped speaking because Adrian had already left the room. Then she slumped back on the bed, gave an exasperated sigh, covered her hands with her face, and cried. Adrian knew how important the pack run was to werewolves, yet he was doing this to her, especially now that she was pregnant. A pack run was an extensive training for all wolves which helped them to defend themselves in the face of danger. But to a pregnant woman, it was different and compulsory. It helped them breathe well, it eased back pain, as well as constipation.

Cheryl replied. "Want some cookies?" Harriett offered, passing a plate her way. She pushed it aside, folding both of her hands in front of her. "I do not want anything!" "Too bad, this cake and cookies taste super good. I must take home to Adam." Cheryl taunted. "You know what, you all do what you like. I would go home." She huffed angrily and walked out the shop. In her haste she didn't look at where she was going and almost got hit by a car. The car screeched to a halt while she stood still in shock.

“I’ll have a decaf, thanks.” Dean nodded, moving behind the counter to prepare it. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but it did little to soothe the unease bubbling beneath my skin. I could feel Claire’s eyes on me, studying me, maybe even trying to piece together what I was doing in her small diner in the middle of nowhere, pregnant and on the run. The thought that Rowan's scouts could already be here, hiding in plain sight, waiting to pounce, made my skin crawl. I kept glancing at the door, my fingers twitching against the countertop. Each passing second felt too long, too exposed.

"Ma'am, would you like to try some pieces in the VIP suite?" Piper grinned mischievously. "No, I'll try them all. Here. Now." The boutique erupted into a flurry of activity as Piper modelled outfit after outfit, laughing and striking poses. "Charge it all to my account," she declared, waving her hand. Piper stepped out of the boutique, bathed in the golden glow of twilight. Her gaze collided with a stranger's - Mr. Colton, leaning against a sleek black sedan. "Lyra, it's been long," Mr. Colton said, a smirk curling his lips.