Toothpaste Cookie Run Kingdom Novels & Stories

I made sure to brush my teeth and clean my lips thoroughly, trying to erase the memory of the unwanted kiss. As I climbed into bed, my mind raced with questions. Was Kate out of her mind when she kissed me? What was she fighting about with Leonardo? I couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort and confusion

Suddenly, Corwin made a face and hurried to the kitchen sink and retched out the cookie contents from his stomach. “Fuck ! That’s like the twelfth trick they played on me since morning !” Corwin fumed. “Awww did the “cute angels” get to you ?” Lucan teased in a shrill voice as if imitating a girly version of Corwin. “What happened to you ? Something wrong with the cookie ?” Victor said as he handed over water to Corwin too. “White toothpaste in Oreo cookies dude,” Corwin said regretfully. “Have these kids spiked everything in the kitchen ?” Valen asked.

Mom’s chocolate chunk cookies are delicious, and the laxative shouldn’t be detectable in the mix. With the cookies served, Mom and I take the plates back to the kitchen and then return to the dining room and sit down. We don’t have to wait long for the laxative to take effect. The Alpha King’s stomach grumbles so loudly that it interrupts whatever Isaac’s talking about. “Uh,” Isaac says, startled. “Are you feeling well, sir?” The Alpha King frowns. “Direct me to your bathroom,” he says at once. Isaac gives him directions and the Alpha King stands.

He goes to the kitchen counter, grabs a large glass jar, and takes out a beautiful butter cookie with chocolate and hazelnuts. He turns to face the pup, under the gaze of those present, and bites the cookie, giving a sigh of satisfaction. The pup's eyes glow. He returns his attention to the jar, holds his cookie in his mouth, takes out another one, and covers the jar. Chewing his cookie, he advances towards the pup, who, without taking his eyes off the king, squeezes his mother's legs tightly and squats down when he is a mere inch away from the kid. He raises his hand, showing the second cookie.

Max said solemnly, “I have four flavors.” He knelt in front of the cooler and dramatically produced one juice box at a time like a magician. “Tropical Punch. Grape Explosion. Strawberry Storm. And…this one sounds dangerous. Mystic Mango.” Ella pointed at the last one, grinning. “That one.” Max handed it over with a mock bow. “Your wish is my command, mighty ruler of Shell Castle.” Daphne passed her a cookie and sat back, her hand brushing Landon’s again. This time, she didn’t pull away.

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.

She clicks her tongue, “What about my sweet tooth?” “Oh, right,” he cleared his throat, “Well, w-we have an activity at school to b-bake some cookies today. And I brought some home so… well, w-would you like to try some, your highness? Mother wasn’t as fond as sweets too.” “Yes please,” Aria blinks, “…thank you, Adam.”

The cool tile floor pressed against my knees as I heaved, the world narrowing to the sour burn in my throat and the way my hair stuck to my sweaty forehead. When I finished, I dragged myself to the sink, and splashed cold water on my face before grabbing my toothbrush. The minty paste hit my tongue, and ugh—another wave of queasiness. This was the fourth toothpaste in as many weeks. Every single one made me sick eventually. Mint. Cinnamon. Even that stupid child’s strawberry one Darren had brought home in desperation. Nothing stayed safe for long. I rinsed my mouth quickly and leaned against the counter, breathing through my nose until the nausea faded enough to let me move.