Toothpaste Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

“Now it’s teeth-brushing time. And I better see real brushing this time. Not just eating the toothpaste like candy.” They nodded and ran off as I followed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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.

She couldn't bear it anymore and cried out. “What do you really want from me?! What game are you—” She claimed but was cut short upon his next course of action. He'd shove that cookie inside her mouth, using the gap when she threw a tantrum. Making the whites of her eyes widen. She feels bad if she spits it out, so she chews on it. A sweet taste pervaded her mouth as she munchs on the tender yet crispy texture of the cookies. Her body felt ecstatic as the sweet taste satisfied the deprivation she felt from not eating since her luncheon.

The atmosphere went back to normal as everyone went back to what they were doing. We did a cutsy as the King nodded. "Greetings Beta,Gamma and Alphas," the King said as Amiri smirked. And I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to occur. "Now,now listen, I have a joke. Why did the king go to the dentist? To get his crown polished! Bwahahaha!!" Amiri said as Dylan and I looked at Gamma with shocked expression on our face.

After flushing it, I finished half of my Colgate toothpaste, brushed until my gums and tongue bled. Cookie, Cookie, Cookie, you are in trouble. I'll make you pay Ted Allen!

Kai moaned out loud before she turned back to exit the place. “These are the best ever goodies I have ever had,” I concurred as I closed my eyes and let the delicious explosion of the flavors of cinnamon and honey work their magic in my mouth. “Mhmm true,” Dominic said before stealing a protruding cookie from my mouth. “What the hell, Dominic !” I shouted as I threw a choco chip at the cookie thief’s forehead. “Oww ! That hurt,” Dominic frowned my way as he rubbed the flicked spot. “Here take this !” he exclaimed and quickly snagged the collar of my top before emptying a tray of ice inside my tee !!

King stared at the cell phone that had returned to its normal mode. Because of his love for Toothless, the wallpaper he used was also a picture of Tootheels showing his teeth and a big smile. but all that didn't make King feel better. instead, he put the cellphone rather rudely on the table.

Last Saturday, we made cookies in the Tarry shack kitchen, and Greta had to taste test every flavor. “Look, look….. another fell out.” She proudly holds out her little hand, stretched flat, and shows me the blood-crusted tooth she is beaming over. It's a solid chunk of white enamel, and it’s so typical of her not even washing it. I grimace inwardly but hide it well. “Wow…. it’s a big one.” I avoid touching it and pretend to admire it from all angles. “You did good, and the tooth fairy will surely reward such a healthy incisor.”

- No one else, but the king himself, personally (this he emphasizes with a noticeable dose of pride in his voice), replied the cat with dignity. - What king, if I can know? - asked the princess curiously. - Of course you can, he is the king of a distant land and he is the King of Dandies. -Well, that’s just divine! - The Princess exclaimed happily, clasping her hands with joy. - Cookies are done. Get to the table, Jacob said as he arranged the cookies on the trays and placed them a large cup of milk.

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.