Sugar Cookie Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

Maxus smiling: Calm down, my dear; if you want to know something, I am glad to be your librarian here. First, my name is Maxus. I am twenty-five years old. I have fifty-nine brothers; all of them are boys. We do not have girls. The people of the kingdom give birth to females, but in very small numbers, and girls from the people of the kingdom all work in the castle without exception, and they are not allowed to marry outside the kingdom. We do not marry strangers, but only marry them. I am the sixth prince among my brothers and the first candidate to rule the kingdom after the current king. We do not wait for the death of the king to inherit the rule. Rather, they are periods of time. Each

I found Nala and Maria in the kitchen finishing up some snacks and drinks. “Are we expecting a party?” I asked Nala who shook her head. “The master called and asked us to prepare some bites for him and Brian.” Maria told me to hand me two butter cookies. I bit into the warm cookie and felt it warmly melt in my mouth. “These are amazing,” I said and chewed the other one, “Did you bake these Maria, you should open a bakery.”

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”

He came back a few minutes later with cookies and served it round. They all started to eat and talk about school. I was so distracted by thoughts of Alya and what she could have gone through that I only noticed the wolfsbane when I had already put a cookie into my mouth. As it spread through my body, I realized Josh had laced the cookies with wolfsbane. Whether they figured me out or not, I was about to find out.

replied one of the bodyguards who refused their young Miss' request. "Daddy won't be angry as long as you keep your mouth shut! Besides, what you took was mine," said Angel. The bodyguard approached Angel and placed peppermint gum on the surface of Angel's hand. Given the anger of the great lord Kenneth Christopher, let alone their mistress Queenzella, they wouldn't dare give cigarettes to their young lady. They still wanted to live a long time on earth, so they obeyed what the great lord forbade. "F*ck! I pay you a salary, and you disobey me," protested Angel, who stuffed candy into her mouth. She walked into the car and sat down with her arms crossed.

Phet took a bite and then took it from her hands saying ‘it’s really tasty'. The cookie was actually delicious and Phet was really hungry. So he asked for more cookies when the first one finished. It was while he was having the fourth Cookie that the crispy cookie’s powder went inside his eyes and he blinked his eyes for a second, almost crashing the car into a woman who was crossing the road.

And he said bagels, so bagels it was. We had small mini cakes made for everyone, each just slightly bigger than a muffin. They came in white, red velvet, or chocolate, with a choice of three mousse flavours: lemon and poppy seed, chocolate, or red velvet. Some were finished with pearl sprinkles, others with chocolate or edible flowers. The dance floor opened and we had to step on. We did not even think of practicing before. But Jackson did not hesitate. He drew me in, slow and certain. His hand closed around mine, his thumb brushing slow circles into my palm. It was such a small touch, but it sent a quiet heat up my arm.

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."

I found none of course, even with a house with no littles we can't expect to find any cookies, the guys are worst than real five years old when it comes to sugar. I gather the ingredient for cookies and get to work, it won't take her much to be here, I had my back turned while focusing on the dow. I felt hands from behind me, hugging me, I smelled a feminism perfume, lots of it. I didn't have a chance to turn back when I felt kisses on my neck, the hands holding me had long fake red nails, the perfume was too strong and whoever it is, is too tall to be my Ari.

“And, I’m a king.” My eyes widened at that, my body stilling. A king. My eyes traveled over his body yet again, trailing over his prudent physique, the way his face was still painted, and suddenly, I could see it. But then… would that mean I would become a queen? I cleared my throat, trying to collect myself yet again. “King of what?” I asked, trying to sound like it didn’t affect me, like it didn’t matter to me. “I’m the King of Summer, I command the Kingdom of Summer,” he said, spreading his arms, “I rule over everything you see, and more,” he added, shooting me a wink.