Adventurer Cookie Novels & Stories

Cromwel said. "Oh," I glance at him, "Nice choice, that's my favorite snack." "I thought your favorite snack was carrots?" "No, I said, I love carrots, Levi," "Here you go, Crom," I hand him a Ziploc with my hand-made cookies inside. I tossed the snacks at the other members, then I stared blankly at the back of Hunter's head and doubted if I should ask him too. I mean, I already asked him a while ago, but maybe he's interested now?

“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?"

Before he even had a chance to try to process what he was doing, the cock was gone and he was slurping on Krista's cum-filled pussy. But it didn't end there. A short while later, while eating one of the Bedouin women's pussies as she lay on top of him in a 69, another of the Bedouin men came over, his cock glistening and gooey, and knelt down. Zach lay back, panting for breath to watch as he slid it into her. To his amazement, the man pressed his cock down so that he could rub it on his lips. Gasping in surprise, his mouth was suddenly filled with cock, the flavor of Gretchen's pussy all over it.

"Yeah, and they're delicious but they're not the main focus of the company 'cause the profit margin is kinda low. Understandably, you don't know this since you've just entered the company. Lucas has a special fondness for the snacks manufactured under his company 'cause Anya has always loved those snacks so Lucas made sure the snacks are well-made." As he was saying that, Jason picked up a shopping basket and threw some of the snacks in before opening a bag of cookies for Corinne to try. "This is one of the classic sandwich cookies by Rivera Group. Do you want to try?" Corinne accepted the cookie and her eyes shrank to pinpoint size with just one bite. 'This taste, it's so familiar.' She fe

Adele~ I watched Silver closely, hoping against hope she wouldn’t reject the cookies. Since my lunch was unfortunately ruined by those rude, ugly bitches, I’d stopped by a roadside dessert store on our way here. I didn’t intend to get her anything, not something so cheap for a first gift at least, but when I tried the cookies, they were delicious. They were buttery, soft, melt-in-your-mouth good. So I got extra. And somewhere between impulsiveness and desperation, I figured... maybe Silver would like them too?

"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.

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.

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

Carmen takes one more sniff before finishing, “some kind of peanut butter and chocolate cookie.” Karamea lifts the cloche and everything is exactly as Carmen said, down to the garlic butter coating the steak. “Holy, shit!” I stare at Carmen in amazement. She smirks at me and comes over to grab her tray. “Every damn time,” Karamea says, shaking her head. “What are these cookies?” “Buckeyes. Big thing around here,” I reply, grabbing my tray as well. We sit at the coffee table in front of the TV in the guest room. Conversation starts a little slow as we are consumed by the amazing food in front of us. But eventually we break the silence, getting to know each other.