Strawberry Cookie Run Novels & Stories

Rowan popped the bottle of crisp white wine they were served and poured some into two flutes. Page busied herself on her phone, chatting away with Lina while Rowan read a magazine on sports. The aroma of the dessert hindered her concentration so she set down her phone and began to feast on her roasted strawberry crumble and Rowan, his almond and date cake. When they were done, Page packed up the plates on the food cart and moved it at a corner beside the door. Rowan was to be at his company early that morning so he urged her to be swift with her preparation so he could drop her off and go to work.

But one caught my attention. A Cookie for Your FORTUNE, Why Not? The banner itself has caught my eyes. Let alone the LED lights twinkling around it, making it more obvious there is a weird stall in a night market. I chuckled on my own as if my feet have its own thought and walk towards the stall. It’s just a simple stall. There is a young girl there, ready with a transparent bowl containing dozens of cookies inside. A paper written with ‘$1 for 1 Cookie’ is being placed beside the bowl. It’s quite expensive though.

Ester had intentionally return to check on Ariel, since she refused to join them at the shop. "Time you both arrived. I can't believe you were about to miss out on today's recipe of blueberry cookies." Annette beamed as they walked towards the counter. Ester looked around in awe, she had truly sold out almost all of the pastries. "how long was I gone?" "Long enough to make profit." Annette laughed, handing a cookie to each of them. Watching them with keen eyes as they ate. Ariel moaned In pleasure, "oh my, goodness. What did you put into this Annette?"

"I'll be back late. I'm not expecting anyone." And then he was gone and about an hour late Gracie too left. It was just me and Liyana in the huge, silent mansion and so we decided to bake. The kitchen was a professional space but I learnt how to navigate it in no time. "What kind of cookies should we bake?" I asked, pulling a stool over for Liyana to stand on. "Strawberry!" she hollered as she reached for the bottle of pink sprinkles. "Ah, ah, ah," I said, gently taking her hand. "Remember love bug? Strawberries make your tummy and your skin have a big, angry party. We can't invite them."

Grey popped a smile and stroked the side of Delilah's arm so she wouldn't worry. He turned around, but Delilah's voice stopped him. Grey turned to her and waited. "Do I have to bring the cookies?" Delilah asked innocently. Grey sighed and nodded. "Mr. Harristian will be pleased to have a taste of it." Delilah smiled and nodded. When Grey turned and walked out of the kitchen, she took a food container and put the cookies in it. As she filled the container, she remembered something. Delilah took another small container and then put some cookies he would give to Grey. Remember, Delilah also put some strawberries as a sweetener. When finished, she smiled at the maid, ready to help her pack.

Leaving aside whether this so-called terminal illness was even real, over the past few days, the Rosses and the Costellos had joined forces to hire the world’s top medical team and develop the most expensive treatments for Alyssa. Even if it were truly terminal, it should have been cured by now. This was nothing more than an excuse to forgive Alyssa for running away from the wedding all those years ago with a clear conscience. Seeing my silence, their anger only intensified. Elio issued a direct order. “Bring her along, too! No matter what it takes, she must convince Alyssa to come back today.” I was roughly thrown into the car before the vehicle sped all the way toward the bridge.

she whispered, as she dropped the forbidden ingredient into the mix. Sébastien liked his coffee as bitter as possible. No sugar, No milk. But Michelle made Scar add sugar. Scarlet raised an eyebrow, but followed Michelle's instructions to the letter. After the coffee was brewed, Scar took up the cup and saw the wicked smile playing on Michelle’s lips. "Now, go and present this masterpiece to the boss. Let's see if he notices the little surprise." Scar was a bit hesitant at the wicked glint flashing in the bimbo’s eyes but she shrugged it off.

Not yet. The Ex-Fiancée Returns The next morning, a storm rolled in—not of rain or thunder, but one that came with six-inch heels and blood-red lipstick. Cassandra Sterling. Adrian’s former fiancée. Claire had barely stepped out of the shower when she heard voices from the hallway—one low and taut (Adrian), the other smooth and venomously sweet (Cassandra). “I told you I didn’t want you coming here,” Adrian snapped. “Oh, please, darling,” Cassandra drawled. “You know I’ve never been good at following rules. Besides, we have unfinished business.”

I go and meet Luna Annebelle (eye roll) in the kitchen. "Listen here brat you will tell Alpha Dean nothing. I am going to be the Luna Queen and if we get enough of the Alpha's behind Matthew, we will overthrow the Alpha King Stephan. So don't mess this up. As soon as they leave you are an omega, and your courters will be in the basement above the dungeons. One toe out of line and I will punish you do you understand?" I nod my head, and I don't answer her just now she will think I am talking back at her.

Stacy's Pov 'Run!' Star shouts in my head. 'What?' 'Run, you fucking idiot.' Oh, I don't have to be told twice. 'I just did.' I can feel her roll her eyes in my head. Speeding off at her words, I ran from Matt with him hot on my tail. 'Run towards the rocky area up that hill.' And I did exactly as she told me, I reached the top of the hill and stopped. Waiting for Matt to catch up with me. He gets before us in jeffy with a wolfish grin on his face.