Strawberry Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The drive out to his dad’s place wasn’t nearly long enough. The sun was low in the sky, making everything look more golden and beautiful than it actually was. Beside him, Sue chatted away as usual, no doubt wanting to distract Knight from what he was about to do. “So I found these erotic cookies online,” Sue told him. “They’re in the shapes of two people getting it on in different positions. I thought I’d get some for Jared and Sarah for the wedding.”

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.”

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.”

"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."

Antonio's gaze lingered on him as he retreated, his footsteps becoming fuzzier. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he strolled down the corridor hesitantly. His scrutinizing gaze swept around and he came to halt when he saw a figure in the last room. – the attic. His eyes narrowed, his face filled with anticipation as he drew nearer. And that was when he saw him. The young, beautiful champ. Marco. The son of his enemy Antonio's footsteps faltered, and his eyes sparked with a hint of desire as Marco's stunning body came into view.

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.

After that, I’d walk away for good. Staring at his face, I breathed deeply in and out several times. Brigitte couldn't bear to see Darcy's attention on me, so she took his arm and said, "Darcy, Ginger has been spoiled since childhood so don’t let her get to you." I almost laughed when I heard what she said. I, Ginger Folan, was spoiled? How dare she?! "Ginger, there will a Hunting Competition at the Spirit Fall tonight. Darcy will take me there. Are you going?"

'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.