Sugar Cookie Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

So, I told them about our meet yesterday, and about my fucked up family. "I think your half brother is good with his words. And he got nothing to lose but more to gain. Just hang on and trust him." Max told me and Nikolai nodded to his words. Then Luka came with the cake. He was grinning from ear to ear, we were looking at him, then he gestured us to look at the cake. Then we all laughed loudly when we saw a very large penis-shaped cake, with manicured fingers fisting it, with the wording stated below 'To have and to hold'

Running across the sand. Fair. With Adrian's shoe in his mouth. Reasonable. Proudly. God. Very proudly. Fair. Like he'd hunted it himself. Reasonable honestly. Then the chase began. God. Cookie ran. Fair. Adrian ran. Reasonable. Peanut ran. God. Then everybody else ran too. Fair. The entire beach. Reasonable honestly. Then Cookie turned it into a game. God. The worst possible outcome. Fair. Because puppies love games. Reasonable.

It was a wonder she didn't hear it beating but there was no mistaking that she didn't sense her King’s scent on me. I pushed my weight off the wooden barrier and ambled further into the room to lounge on the bed, cookies secure in my palm. Crossing my legs under me I picked one up, sliding it a bit distance under my nose to inhale the aroma before I took a bite. “Hmmm,” I hummed in satisfaction at the taste which flooded my tongue as the floor, milk, butter and every delicious thing it was made of melted in my mouth. I chewed softly, not wasting an instant as I popped the other half of the cookie slice in my mouth to munch together. I swallowed and picked up another.

I settled beside her, close enough to catch the faint scent of her shampoo…something floral and clean that made my pulse quicken despite the domestic tranquility of the moment. "So," I said to Caesar, who was watching me with curious eyes, "what other adventures have this muffin had?" "Oh!" Caesar perked up immediately. "One time he met a cookie who was sad because nobody wanted to eat him!" "Why didn't anyone want to eat the cookie?" I asked, genuinely curious now. "Because he was shaped funny," Caesar explained with the gravity of someone sharing state secrets. "Like a squiggly line instead of a circle." "That's terrible," I said seriously. "What did the muffin do?"

she asked, suspiciously. “Cookies,” Michael said, offering the plate like a knight presents a recovered crown. Rebel narrowed her eyes. “From?” “From the store,” Mex said quickly, too quickly. Then signs “Gina.” Rebel’s took a cookie, bit into it, and closed her eyes a second longer than necessary. “Horribly good, at least it's not poisoned” she said. Catya took one, too, and sat on the arm of the sofa, watching the boys rebuild the fort with fabric swatches now declared to be banners. Her gaze asked me a question I answered with a nod: yes, we’re okay.

He packed all of his belongings into duffle bags next to the door. “Cookie?” He holds up a basket. “The Luna made em before we found out the Alpha was missing. She bakes a lot. These ones is the best.” I take a cookie out of the basket and take a small bite. Sweet toffee flavor bursts in my mouth. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. “Oh shit. That’s good.” “Yeah.” He raises his eyebrows and laughs. “I’ve had to fit in extra training so I don’t gain too much weight.”

“I don't give a fuck…” Antonio's lips curled into a lopsided smile. “Be careful what you offer. When I take something, I don't give it back.” “Then take me..” Marco challenged, his words dripping with sweetness, eyes sparkling with arousal.

he said smiling at me "We can just take it slow" ••••••••••The END•••••••••••• Thank you guys soo much for reading my book it means soo much to me. THERE IS A SEQUEL FOR SWEET CHOCOLATE!!! IT WILL BE COMING SOON PLEASE BE ON THE LOOK OUT FOR IT

In an attempt to sound casual, she continued, "There are indeed many people eager to attend it. Otherwise, Josh also wouldn't fail to secure an invitation." She was emphasizing that Joshua didn't receive an invitation. However, Carly seemed oblivious to her words. Instead, her attention was drawn to the exquisite cookies on the table. There were pink almond milk cookies on the small plate. The cookies had exquisite patterns and were petite in size. They were delicately crafted into bunny shapes, looking both charming and adorable. Carly smiled as she reached out for a cookie. "These cookies look exquisite, especially the bunny-shaped ones," she commented, feeding a small piece straight into