Adventure Cookie Novels & Stories

"All set. You've got 12 chocolate chip, 6 peanut butter, and 6 snickerdoodles." He flashes a smirk and gives me a once-over. "Is this some sort of trick question?" he teases. I respond with a smirk of my own, closing the boxes. "Clever," I say, "Enjoy your cookies, Mr. Adams." He glances at my name tag and nods approvingly. "That works." With boxes in hand, he exits the shop, leaving behind a parting wink. I offer a friendly shake of my head. Boys. Afterward, I check a text message from Avery that had arrived a few minutes before closing time:

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

The sun was hidden across the mountains, in a villa in the floral city, a traveler walked down the main street, looking for a place to spend the night, the mysterious traveler sat near a campfire, where there were people sitting around it. The traveler put his belongings next to him, then a small one approaches him, "excuse me, sir, they are 5 copper coins, they are to be entitled to the heat of the campfire, in addition to a ration of freshly prepared oatmeal," the traveler took the coins and paid the little one, the little one went with an older person and I give him the money, she gave him a tray with a plate and a glass, "sir I have" the traveler took it and continued to eat it, during h

I said while I walked out the bakery. They stared back in confusion and Hunter was laughing. The moment we reached home, I opened the box of cookies and began devouring them. Jelly jam cookie, there was peanut butter, pumpkin chocolate, Oatmeal, Raisin cookie, chocolate chip and a few more but I forgot the names for it. Hunter brought his mouth close to mine and I stepped back. He opened his mouth wide. I took a bite of my third Chocolate chip cookie and stared at him. "Why is your mouth open?"

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

Adina began setting up a tray, searching around for something, and he saw a frown on her brows. “What are you looking for, baby?” he asked. “Don’t we have any cookies, biscuits, or baked goods in this house?” she frowned. “When we get them, they magically disappear within an hour”, Colin laughed. In a house full of werewolves, things like that never lasted. “Hmm, well, finger sandwiches it is,” Adina declared and started making small sandwiches.

*** A nurse was attending to Vill in his bedroom, when Coco knocked and entered. "Give us a minute." Coco said. "Yes ma'am." The nurse left. "Why did you lock us up in that room?" Vill questioned. "I didn't," Coco began. "Mr. Adams did. Those cookies? I bought them from his factory. He offered to deliver it to me personally. I didn't see harm in it. I thought of it as an innocent gesture and gratitude for sealing a deal with TRENDZ." "How come you made it to the annual function?" Vill needed more explanation. "How come you gave proper directions when I called from the room that night?"

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

As Milli iced the gingerbread cookies Aunt Elizabeth had volun-told her to make, she struggled with the pain. It had only been a little over a month since her world went to heck in a cake box. She had spent two days decorating gingerbread cookies. Camille had asked for help from the Women’s Auxiliary since the diving coach wasn’t much of a baker and the dive team needed a fundraiser for the Winter Carnival and were assigned the cakewalk and bake sale booths. Every cookie brought back a memory of home Milli didn’t want to remember, and she ruined half of what she baked before she found her groove. She decorated the traditional cookies with red, blue, or green scarves and hats, then added whit

Too much, even. WHO the hell WAS this woman? She turned then, and the full scent of what she was cooking hit me. “Hungry?” she asked, as she held out a cookie. I looked at the cookie in complete shock. It was a BREAD cookie.