Adventure Cookie Novels & Stories

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

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?"

"These are amazing. I woke up at 6:00 am and stood in line for an hour just to get them. Try one." Anathea wanted to say she had no appetite, but Theo had already opened the box and was holding a cookie up to her lips. "Come on, try it." She bit a small piece. The rich but not greasy buttery flavor spread through her mouth, with a sweet hint of chocolate. "Is it good?" Theo asked eagerly. Anathea nodded. "Awesome! I knew I picked the right place." Theo beamed. Her vacant eyes sparkled a little with his infectious smile.

Elena I threw the door to Annie and Hannah’s room open. I grinned at them. “I have a cookie for the one that irritates Osprey and Gerald the most.” Annie giggled and shoved Hanna. “That cookie is mine.” Hannah eyed me. “What kind of cookie?” Toya poked her head from around my back before hiding back behind me. “It’s caramel chocolate chip,” she whispered. Priscilla bounced into the room. “I want in but I don’t need the cookie. I’ll do it for free.”

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 runs his tongue over his lips so that they glisten under the glare of the incandescent bulb overhead. "Do whatever." My reply is stunted only because something else has caught my attention. A box of maple oatmeal cookies. "They really love their maple syrup, huh?" I muse out loud to Wade, who has his eyes on the beef jerky sampled next to him. "We're so getting this." "How do you know you're gonna like it, though?" He gestures at the three boxes I have piled up in my hand.

Aron then looks for a way to help Jessy to get out of there but strange things happen. Jessy suddenly felt something strange in her body, tonight she was 17 years old. Jessy looked up at the moon in the sky then felt something inside her body, she roared like a wolf and at that moment her eyes changed. Fine hairs appear on the skin. Jessy who could jump out made Aron confused. Jessy was in front of Aron with a change in Jessy's body that was like a wolf. Plus a crown suddenly appeared on Jessy's head. It was of course a mystery to both of them.

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

It made me giggle silently. "Please Travis. I'm hungry. Can I please go get something to eat?" My lips braces his skin lightly making goosebumps along his skin. "Fine. Go." He moved quickly, making me squeak. I jolted up and got off the car, running inside to grab food for myself. I went for one if those premade cheeseburgers, a bag of doritos, some candy, a coffee for now, and a soda for later. All the mean while he looked at me with arms crossed and nodded in disbelief. I swayed my hips happily as I finished preparing my burger.

“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.