Black Sapphire Cookie X Peach Blossom Cookie Novels & Stories

Peter insisted. “Since you’re allergic to that,” Phoenix took out a black fruit that smelled bad out of his spatial ring. It had the shape of an apple with some white bumps on it. “Kyh-Syl fruit? Where did you get that?” the rather excited Peter said in contrast to the others who didn’t like the smell one bit. Beatrix got off her brother's lap and went to her previous seat. “You want it?” Phoenix asked his sibling. “I crave it even in my sleep. Gimme that!”

“Try it.” Reluctantly, I took the fork and dipped it into the cobbler. I wasn’t used to sweet treats like this. Sure, a Swiss roll or a powdered donut, but…not this. I took a bite of it and immediately fell in love—the buttery sweet warmth of the slightly crust that wasn't too soggy and still slightly crispy, combined with the cooked peaches. “I take it from that embarrassingly erotic moan that you like it,” Harlyn laughed.

Cody pouted as Rachel and I cleared the plates and I pulled the cobblers out of the oven. I asked out loud, “Peach or Blackberry?” Luke smiled, “Why don’t you give us a bit of each, love?” I smiled, “Whipped topping on top?” Luke smiled, “Of course.” When we got back to the table, Rachel and I each gave our mates a plate. We each took a bite and Cody’s eyes went wide, “Oh. My. Goddess!”

Blaze had he and I sitting next to each other instead of across from each other; rose petals were scattered everywhere. I glanced down at my ring as Blaze went back inside. Blaze knows me way too well. The ring's band was cobalt, and the center stone was sapphire like the color of Blaze's eyes. Six small diamonds surround the sapphire stone, and more diamonds along the band. My engagement ring was beyond gorgeous. Blaze returned with chilled wine, which he poured into our wine glasses, and strawberries and chocolate dip. Oh yes, I would rock Blaze's world tonight. No doubt about that.

Blair's P.O.V In the kitchen, Jane had indeed brought cookies; she might've gone a little overboard, though. There were so many different kinds—chocolate chip, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin, and something that simply smelled like heaven involving peanut butter. My favorite. She sat at the counter, chatting with the cook, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw me. "Hey, Blair. Is everything okay? You look..."

“Oh, come on. I’m fine. This is why I don’t want to talk right now. I know that look. You’re blaming yourself again for something you couldn’t have known. I hate it when you always blame yourself. Why not blame that woman?” I went to embrace her. “I love you, baby.” “I know.” She looked at me. “You want purple macarons?” “It’s food coloring.” “No, it’s not. It’s blueberry, lavender, and purple yam flavors.” “Artificial flavors. Additives.” “You don’t know that.” “You’re right, but you can have them. You’re craving, huh?” “I think so. I don’t know.” She shrugged, still enjoying and on her third piece.

Only if she could be civil, everything would be perfect. "I'm a customer, Ruby. Is this how you treat your customer?" She rolled her eyes before continuing to talk in her you-should-go-away tone. "What do you like, sir? If you like chocolate, we have classic cookies. It's our best-selling cookies. Or you can try other flavors too like double chocolate, red velvet, lotus, and others." "Hm. Do you have brownies?" I asked another thing, though the display shows brownies as well.

“Wow, that's awful,” “Heh,” Cecil chuckled lightly, taking a sip from her tea. “He forgot me quicker than I thought.” I didn't press her for more details. It was clear from her expression and gestures that she wasn't comfortable talking about her past relationship, and honestly, I wasn't either. Taking a cue from her, I took a sip of my tea and selected one of the vibrantly colored cookies from the tray. “These are from Meyers. They make the best rainbow cookies,” Cecil informed me, a wide smile brightening her face.

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”

"I paid for them when I ordered a few days ago." I take a quick look at the receipt, cross-reference it with our system, and find everything in order, just as he claimed. "They're ready in the back," I tell him, handing back the receipt. "I'll fetch them right away." A couple of minutes later, I return with the boxes of cookies. "Here you go," I announce, placing the boxes on the counter and opening them to reveal the contents. "All set. You've got 12 chocolate chip, 6 peanut butter, and 6 snickerdoodles."