Burning Spice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

“Ah, I'm glad that these cookies is still edible! Thanks, Max! You have a sharp sense of smell.” Cecilia said after she put out the fire on the stove. Fortunately, only a bit part of the cookies which already burnt. She put them to the plate to let them cool. “Talk about the smell, I want to make a confession.” Max said after he took a bite of the chocolate cookies. “Actually, the reason why I don't want you to go on the Icicle Island because of the… dog's smell.”

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she encouraged. He stared at the plate before him, they were giving “This was once a Cookie ” vibe. He realized too late that he didn't have a say in this, so he better start eating. Then, without breaking eye contact, he picked it up. A pause. One bite. Crunch. It was very strong, he had never tasted a cookie that strong before. He tasted way to much sugar, eggs and the lingering taste of something that got burnt. He chewed slowly, deliberately, his expression flat, unreadable. If this was an assassination attempt, it was subtle. He swallowed.

To my Lycan, those are her mates, and she is suffering both their absence and experiencing the pain of their betrayal. We ate, holding comfortable conversation, mainly Urien chatting up with Acacia, telling her funny stories about the barracks and his friends. We finished, and Acacia cleared the plates, and then placed a massive tray with chocolate chip cookies. "Your favorite," she said to him, and he smirked. "You are the best!" he said, and took a warm cookie and took a bite of it. I was so mesmerized by the way his lips moved, how he bit the cookie, and the little smear of chocolate at the corner of his mouth, that I didn't realize that I had suddenly stopped functioning and was openly o

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

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She giggled again, covering her mouth with one hand like it was the funniest thing in the world. Vick felt a warm rush in his chest. That was some level of confidence coming out… drunk confidence, sure, but real all the same. She knew exactly who he was, even through the haze of tequila and shots. He had never thought about it quite like that before. Yes, he loved good coffee. He had visited dozens of cafés around the city like a hunter searching for the perfect cup. He always feels something is missing. Too bitter, too sweet, too weak, too burnt. But ever since he tasted the coffee at More Bites, he found himself going back again and again and again. He hadn't expected the outcome of his fi

COWRIE The fire had burned low by the time I crawled under the covers. He’d been reading when I came in, propped against the headboard with his shirt undone, chest rising slow beneath the flickering shadows. He closed the book when I settled beside him. My heart beat loud, but my body didn’t recoil as he reached for my hand and kissed the back of it. “Cowrie,” he whispered, brushing my knuckles against his jaw, “I don’t want to keep waiting for a version of you that does not hate me.”

Too much, even. WHO the hell WAS this woman? She turned then, and the full scent of what she was cooking hit me. “Hungry?” she asked, as she held out a cookie. I looked at the cookie in complete shock. It was a BREAD cookie.