Black Sapphire Cookie X Peach Blossom Cookie の小説・ストーリー

Sebastian said. “If they’re oatmeal raisin, yes.” I reached them. “I heard that slander against oatmeal raisin, and I agree.” Poppy pointed at the plate. “These aren’t raisin. They’re chocolate.” “You may have half.” “Mommy.” “You’re still recovering.” She immediately hugged the cookie to her chest. “That means I need happiness.” Sebastian took one cookie and broke it in two. He handed the smaller piece to Poppy and set the rest back on the plate.

Having her by my side would make it clear to everyone—especially Edward—that I had no interest in finding a second-chance mate. When Abby emerged in the dress, her confident smile lit up the room. “Alpha Damon, the ball is about to begin,” she said, slipping her hand into the crook of my arm. I opened my mouth to reply, but a scent suddenly overwhelmed me. Cinnamon, nutmeg, and a blend of spices—so distinct, so familiar. No, It couldn’t be. Just then, I spotted a servant placing a tray of small fish-shaped cookies on the table. It was Talia’s mother’s secret recipe, a treasured family heirloom. Talia had once baked them for me. Since Talia was a Pisces, her mother always shaped the cookies l

"Welcome Brenda. To what do I owe this unexpected surprise? "I was passing and just thought to stop by. I baked chocolate cookies. I'd like you to have some" Brenda said and dropped it on the table. "Chocolate?! My favorite" Sapphire didn't waste time bringing it all out. "You must like it so much. Lance used to love chocolate a lot too. You two must have a lot in common" Brenda said with a sly tone that only Janet picked. Sapphire was too busy munching on the cookies. "Yeah, we do"

We all try the rest of the cookies and finish our glasses of milk. Mr. Thorne passes Mr. Montgomery the list and he reads it out loud. "Okay so strawberry cheesecake is a yes, lemon is a maybe, blueberry is a no, chocolate chip is a obvious yes, cookies and cream is a maybe, macadamia nut is a yes and finally red velvet is a yes." "No Blueberry cookies?" Mr. Montgomery looks at Mr. Everhart. I finish the essay and switch the document from editing to suggesting. "Blueberry was okay but I didn't like the aftertaste" I explained then pass my laptop to Mr. Beaumont.

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

She smiles at me and Ms Halsey walks into the room with a little tray of cookies. "What did I miss?" She holds the tray in front of me, gesturing to me to eat the cookies before she keeps the tray on the table. I take a bite from her famous cookie, of course Bailey has always hyped the 'Greenwood' cookies. "Thanks" My mom takes three cookies from the tray "thank you so much Halsey, we'll be leaving now" the two women hug each other and Bailey's mom tells me to wait and she goes to the kitchen.

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.”

Greta asked her strides were slower. “Uhm-” I turned to Percy, there was no way I could come up with a make up ring without his help. “It was small, square shaped-” Greta nodded skimming her way through the numerous casing. “What color was it?” “Wh-” “black.” I was taken aback by the color he picked. Black? “It was a black diamond,” He answered. Greta was also stunned by his answer and had a small smile on her lips.

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.