Sugar Cookie Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FOUR -ANTONIO- It was now late into the night, almost midnight, and the celebration was coming to its last event; the Run. The Run was an age-old royal tradition. It was a game, a chase under the dance of moonlight. Only the King and Queen's children were allowed to participate in the event. Whichever of the royal offspring reached the age of maturity would have to compete against their older siblings. This would demonstrate the royal's skills and formally initiate them into the competition for becoming the future ruler of the Lycan Empire. Tonight, under the moon, Alina would prove her worth as the princess of the Lycan Empire.

King Timodore said then he faced Noema. “My daughter Noema, let us play, cover Daddy with a glass shield and yourself then we will search for the serpent. Whoever got first will win Queen Mother’s oh-so-tasty baked cookies. Are you ready for our game?” Noema smiled so sweetly. Oh, she loves her Queen Mothers' delicious cookies. “You bet father, I will win. Let me do your request then.” Noema closed her eyes and playfully put a glass around her father and herself. When she opened her eyes, she gave her father a thumb sign.

This can help them get rid of the trouble chocolate dripping on their bodies. But they forgot a logic, one couldn't take a whole cookie into their mouths at once. They have to finish the cookie with three to four bites. By that time the cookie would absorb the saliva and chocolate which would make it runny. It may break and fall too. Rahul's suggestion was right. And Cookies are sweet, one cannot be able to eat a lot at a time. So, strawberries were a better choice. Here the one who wants to be in the race would choose Strawberries. One who thinks cookies would make them win easily have more chances of losing and being disqualified more. There were only three couples who chose strawberries w

Madeline: I watched Ron attempt to get up and leave. However, she suddenly yelled, “That is not true.” The room fell silent once again. Eyes shifted toward her. “This is not what these cookies are used for,” she remarked, looking drained, as if there were no tears left to cry. “Those cookies are used for shape-shifting, and only some people from my tribe can do that.” The moment she said that, I felt goosebumps cover my skin. “All right,” Mr. Robinson said, his hands clasped in front of him with a confident smirk. “What do you mean by your tribe?”

"We also love a challenge." Intarsia frowned at the number of cookies now in Agent's possession. Then he tapped the top of the tower holding the cookies and twice as many appeared. "That's better." "Protocol says you get to decide the asking order. Oh, and should you lie," Frog paused to munch on a giant pink and black cookie. "There will be dire consequences." Tarsi chuckled. "You should slam your tail again, Tricksy. That really could have used some thunder for effect."

he left the decision in my hand and waited for me to answer him. I could say no and walk back to the apartment where I have to see those two romancing and hear Rick humming a piece of background music for them, no thank you! “Yes, thank you!” I decided it would be the best to earn some money before I ---what am I supposed to do next? I was hoping Silas would grow his strength back and take his back and our daughter back but he seemed to have found someone new to start fresh with. “See! Our bakery is very well known. The chefs here work hard and they send food to the Reckless Growlers pack,” he had only mentioned that pack’s name when something sparked inside me.

“You're early for the weekend!” “Good morning to you too, Maria,” Roseanne said, smiling. “Run before the kids start asking for the cookies.” “Mommy,” Leon said in a small voice. “No, Leon,” Roseanne said in a strict tone. “Do not forget the rules.” Leon pouted his lips as he could not get more cookies. He looked at Coco and urged her to use her magic. “Hello, little lady and lord,” Maria said with a wink which meant that she would supply them with their favorite cookies later on when their mother would not be watching them. It was a regular affair in the cafe whenever the kids would visit.

“Sugar…” “No, no, don’t ‘Sugar’ me,” she cut him off, finger wagging. “If this kingdom is going to buy that Margaux here”—she flung her arm toward Marigold, who was already rolling her eyes—“is your blushing bride-to-be, then you two better sell it like a telenovela marathon.” Marigold groaned. “Please tell me this doesn’t involve fake kisses again.” “Oh, it’s worse.” Sugar’s grin was downright villainous. “Scenario one: Margaux trips on the royal carpet, and Leon heroically catches her. Swoop her up, hold her tight, make everyone swoon.”

How many would be so unimpressed by the 'High Alpha' title that they’d choose exile instead? The Lord of Nightfang Citadel was about to lose one hell of a mate if he didn't wake up. Kael wondered how Alpha Rowan was going to explain this. 'Sorry, your mate found a boring tunic and a fast horse more appealing than your crown.' That would be a fun conversation to overhear. "Why the grin, Kael?" Selene asked. "Just thinking about the competition, Elder. My compliments to the cook on the venison." The meat seemed to give Acacik a second wind, but by the time the honey-cakes arrived, he was running on fumes. He maintained his posture—the result of years of 'heir training'—but he was barely there.

Finally she opened the bag and it had a tomato and avocado sandwich, a bottle of ginger ale and a huge cookie inside of it. She smiled, at first this didn't have her boss written all over it but now it did. He was trying to woo her, being undeniably sweet—she didn't like that, whatever game he was playing was working as she took a seat and took a bite of her cookie, letting out a moan as it melted straight into her mouth with the fudge-y insides dancing with her taste buds. It was merely a coincidence as there was no way he knew her favorite cookie was the warm fudge with marshmallow toasted on it.