Strawberry Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Escaping was the only thing that came to mind, so he got dressed in a hurry and headed to the first place that came to mind; M&A Pastries and Coffee. When Asher got there the place was practically empty, he checked his time and realized it was just past nine in the morning. The shop had a homely feeling to it and was made mostly of wood and transparent glasses placed into them. Asher entered the shop and he heard a ding sound which was meant to inform the owners that someone was in.

“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.

Ana replied, Charlotte turning so they could look at Damien as he approached. They crouched, looking out over the small human town below. It was quaint, with a newly repainted courthouse and bustling businesses lining the streets. Ana could hear the faint voices of the townsfolk, knowing they had to be careful not to draw attention. Miranda came around, passing out herbal necklaces to conceal their scent. She helped secure one around Charlotte's neck before moving to Damien. The four of them overlooked the town as the sun set, discussing their plan to move in under the cover of night when the humans were asleep.

A long black rug runs down through the center of the whole set up like a runway and a snack bar stands off at the side with various different treats to be tried, each of them prepared to have colors of the existing theme. Everything, besides the flowers, seem to be black and white and I’m guessing it’s because they couldn’t paint the flowers in such a short time left for the preparation. I, of course, head to the snack bar first, trying out a peach vanilla macaroon that looks like two white crackers put together by a grimmy black paste. The resulting taste, however, is marvelous. I grab a glass of white wine that pairs perfectly with it. My eyes go over everything else and fall to the person

I got out of the car as soon as it came to a stop. "Hey, Miss Runaway Bride," he quickly followed me. I entered the coffee shop without saying anything. There were only a few people inside, probably because it was late, almost midnight. It seemed like everyone was already in a deep slumber. I chose a corner seat, feeling sleepy and wanting to rest for a bit. "What do you want?" Carlew was still following me. I sat down and slouched before answering. "Anything please. Just something that will wake me up a bit. I'm getting sleepy." After saying that, he promptly left me. I sat there for a while, succumbing to drowsiness, feeling its weight on me.

Eclipse Howl Beta Jace's POV A delicious scent of strawberry mint mix comes with Ariel as she throws herself into Gorgio's arms. It's faint, I can't quite put my finger on it, this feeling that ignites inside me and makes Dexter restless. What I do know is that I must have more of it, I can't leave it here and go. I have a hunch, but apart from Ariel, Alexis and the witch, there are no other females here.

They claimed that she was harassing and assaulting their son. I saw that everyone was distracted because they were preparing for the guest and I ran. I kept running. I ran and ran until I was sure no one would find me. “Strawberry?” Al asked as he picked up a pack of strawberries from the aisle and I shrugged. “Strawberries never hurt.” I say seriously as I lock eyes with him. Both of us burst into laughter and we went down the aisle. “What about cherries?” I asked as he dropped it into the cart.

He said before turning away from her. "Wait! I didn't get your name." She yelled after him. "Zachery." He replied without turning towards her. "I'm Runa. I'll see you later, Zachery." He nodded and walked out of the building. She stared down at the tray of food, her stomach growled loudly. The fruit did look delicious. She held it closer to her nose to sniff it. She could not detect any abnormalities with it so she cautiously picked up a strawberry and slipped it between her lips. She savored the sweet juices of the fresh fruit. Suddenly feeling famished, she devoured the rest of the food and set the tray by the little door it was pushed through.

“Yeah, you’re right man. Let’s go.” They went to a cookie and pastry stall that was run by a certain ElectricaLogic. A girl was there, and she had thick-rimmed glasses, freckles, and a bright smile. She also had wavy hair that was colored a pastel pink and purple. “Hello there! Do you want some cookies? Maybe some cupcakes?” said the girl in a perky yet non-shrill voice. “Or maybe you want some strawberry juice? Being thirsty isn’t all that fun, you know.”