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.

She wanted to see what menus were served. "Can I taste some of it?" Rene asked Sandro, asking permission to pick a sandwich. Sandro nodded without looking at Rene. He was still pretending to be busy watching his orange juice which was a normal color with a normal taste. Sandro looked at his glass as if there was something strange about his drink. Rene sat down and ate her strawberry sandwich. “Mmmh… The starwberry is real, it has small bites inside.” Rene praised the bread, indeed the bread was made from real strawberries, the jam was processed by the waiters and used as filling for the sandwich. Almost all the inhabitants of this palace like it.

If she could eliminate her, Andreas would go down. On hearing that, Deitalyn, Anna and a few other sorceresses and witches had volunteered to make cookies. Cookies that repulsed any supernatural from a mile away. Andreas had just returned from distributing them to be sold by a few vendors he knew. The way it was made, it would be irresistible to any human that came by them.

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.

When she's outside the Villa, Lucrecia blows the whistle in her hand while stepping carefully, she's afraid the downhill road is slippery. After just a quarter of the way, Moob all of a sudden comes up from the bottom of the hill with a brown wool glove in his snout. The black and white furry dog puts the glove in his snout on the ground, then he's barking several times right before he turns back to go down the hill. after only a few steps, the dog is turning back, as if signaling to follow him. Lucrecia follows the dog as she knows the message of the dog tries to convey.

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

“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.

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."

“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.