Novel & Cerita Adventurer Cookie

I abruptly leap to my feet. “Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned. Oh fuvk! just stay far away from me. “Nope. I'm great.” “I'll get us drinks.” “No, drinks! Anything, but no drinks.” He shrugs, goes to a mini locker and brings out a bunch of cookies which he spreads on a flat plate. “Why am I getting spooky when I'm only having cookies…” I mumble after a few bites. “These cookies contain a bit of alcohol ingredient…”

' 'No one can do this to you, right? 'Right, just you.' 'Whose woman are you?' 'Yours, yours, Coco… Just fuck me already!' I cried. 'Tell me how much you love me.' 'Very, very, much, enough to tolerate your shitty attitude and to frustrate you for the rest of your life. I am Cookie, I will make sure I drive you insane and fill your life with sunshine and rainbow and teddy bears and candies – men I love candies – and… Oh, shit!' I moaned at the end as he finally ended my misery.

Cole and I stopped and turned in his direction. He stopped running, bending forward and placing his hands on his knees, resting and catching his breath. “Wait,” he raised his one hand, still panting. He lifted his head and smiled at me. “Xian tried this new cookie recipe. Please try it,” he offered, giving me a small container filled with different sizes of cookies. “Don’t taste it if you want to live long, Brielle.” Cole laughed at him, shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him. Xian bakes great cookies.”

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.

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.”

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.

Coconut shrimp were steadfast and tasty, filling time, her belly, and whatever aching hole was in her that needed to be sated. Cheesy potato pancakes didn’t send out confusing signals. Cookies didn’t judge her. Peanut Butter Hulk Smash cake would serve her, would be at her disposal, would meet her needs.

I scrunched my nose, pointing at Carl's plate. "That's because he saved us, Ang!" Carl was smirking when I looked at him. Then picking up a cookie, he shoved it in his mouth but not before passing me a wink. He was obviously enjoying it. Nutella cookies are my favourite and I need a total amount of 15-20 cookies to fill my stomach and what could these fine do? But at least I still get to eat them. I sulked as he continued to eat the cookies with the smirk still intact.

Feeling a pang on his chest and a heavy want to comfort her, Adler looked around, searching for something familiar until something familiar met his eyes. "Oh look," he said, heading towards a certain shelf in the aisle. Curious, she followed behind him while he reached and grabbed a packet of spicy barbeque-flavored potato chips, his favorite snack. "It's my favorite snack. You have any?" Her gloomy frown broke into a wide smile that reached her eyes. "Well..." she trailed off and began searching through the shelves and patiently waited. Moments later, he heard the sound of plastic rubbing. "I like this biscuit," she said then with two of her hands, pulled out a packet of strawberry-flavored

Ruby threw a question when I poured another glass. "No. It's okay." Then I brought the glass with me, took a cookie, and walked in her direction. It was the empty seat next to her that I aimed for. "I should buy this. Your cookies are always delicious." I said after taking a bite of the cookies. It tasted similar to the one she sold in her store, but in an upgraded version. She put more chocolate chips and nuts. "You have to remember you're here not as a customer but as my friend. And these cookies are special only for friends. I don't sell them."