Adventurer Cookie Novels & Stories

Arya looked up and saw a lady(Arianna) in the shop and quickly approached her. "My apologies. Sorry for not attending to you soon. May I get something for you? "I thought this is a chocolate shop. Why do I see naked stuffs in here, like doughnuts, cookies..." "Uh...she added those recently. You'll definitely love the cookies. May I pack some too? "Cookies? Is she the one who makes them or you? Cause the cookies my husband gets seems to be made by you" "Your husband? Who is he? "Uhmmm... don't think about it. Tell me , who's that guy over there? Your boyfriend? He's handsome"

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

She was willing to sponsor me and in the future, I can give it all back for however much I wanted to give back. She was like an Angel that came down to Earth. “Would you like some snacks? We have some pepperkaker (gingerbread cookies) and serinakaker (butter cookies),” the flight attendant asked me. “Serinakaker, please.” I told her, excitement brimming as butter cookies were my favorite. I remembered Skye again as we used to make them for Christmas every year. This year though, I won’t be able to. I sighed as I hoped that Skye would be feeling much better now.

“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.

I caught her staring and casually moved closer to Caroline, resting my hand on the small of her back. Caroline glanced up at me. “Protecting your claim?” “Just making sure no one tries to adopt you. You look twelve.” She gasped. “Rude.” The cashier cleared her throat. “Uh… what can I get you?” Caroline stepped forward, suddenly business-mode. “One cookie dough, one chocolate swirl, one strawberry cheesecake, and a scoop of marshmallow mint.” The girl looked mildly horrified. “All in one cup?” “No. I’m not a savage. Four different cups.”

I arrived in good old New York and after a few months of scraping the gutter trying to make ends meet, I met my helper and the most charming and smartest woman I've ever known; Cookie. Cookie was the owner of one of the most frequented strip clubs in all of New York that she named "Sweet Cookies Swinging" and when she first saw me, she thought I had the potential to be one of her best employees and so she offered me a job. I didn't hesitate! I took that job immediately after she offered it and I've had absolutely no regrets ever since.

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.

she calls and I turn back to her, she stretches the plate towards me, “The cookies.” My smile is tight, “Right, thank you,” I take the cookies and walk into my apartment. Once I close the door I breath a sigh of relief before grimacing at the cookies, “Maybe I should get a dog,” I tell myself, it would be the perfect way to get rid of Gerta’s pastries. Playing hide and seek with my waste, because I don’t want Gerta discovering her uneaten pastries there, is getting exhausting.

Gerri said, placing it on the table next to Liv’s plate. Why didn’t she take it? She should put it in her handbag. Someone would eventually need it. “You’re welcome.” She bit into the second cookie. Aurelis brought coffee for Gerri and a plate with chocolate-covered cream puffs. “A paranormal dating agency, huh?” Gerri grinned, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Yes. You have heard of shifters, right?”

When she had just reached the eighth grade, Carol would often go over to Kookie after school because Adam had a part-time job over there while he was in the twelfth grade. Carol loved the cookies at Kookie, so Carol would often stuff more cookies into her bag. Every time she finished eating it, Carol would say, “It tastes so good. Once I’m rich, I’ll reserve this place. That way, I can eat the cookies here every day.” It was just a joke back then. She was not expecting Adam to still remember it. She received a message. It was still from Adam. [Have you eaten them? Try them and see whether the cookies still taste the same.]