Burning Spice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

Looking down at her, she must be feeling my gaze on her as she caresses her arm while continuing to listen to Danny, who is going on about his diabetic brother ruining his life. But keeps ignoring me. I sigh as I am the master of my own fall. You told her yourself. “I’ll bake you all the cookies you want, Danny.” She laughs, getting him to light up, and me to smile. I lower my head, clearing my throat. “Her cookies are amazing.” “You are a liar!” She laughs, finally looking at me. “I actually burnt the last one I made for him.” Danny laughs through his nose as he eats again. “Make me another bunch then,” I say lowly as my heartbeat picks up.

I had laughed then and received my first punch to the stomach. I tried not to laugh at the thought of the book I had reread a few weeks ago by Pippa Grant where the girl made dick cookies and had thousands of a deformed penises to someone, that someone was in another book with one of my favorite book boyfriends, Ares. I try to think back on the storyline of the book, so I don’t have to think about what is about to happen.

she announced, turning off the stove. “Perfect timing,” I said, sitting up. “One minute later and you would have to share your cookies with me” I tried lighting up the room. She let out a soft laugh. It was like music to the ears. Since the accident, I haven’t felt this free. It was either that I was busy working or that I was fighting invisible demons in my head. The rice was cooked beautifully, I could taste the sweet mixture of spices and cinnamon in every bite. “I can feel the effect of the cinnamon,” I said, taking my second bite..

The scent of him — clean soap mixed with the faint, natural musk of his skin wrapped around her, making her head spin. He reached for the plate of cookies, broke one in half, and held a piece gently to her lips. “Open up.” Her mouth parted slowly. When his fingers brushed her soft lips, it felt like fire. She chewed slowly, her eyes locked on his, watching as he brought the other half to his own mouth, his gaze never leaving hers. “Sweet,” he said, but his voice was low and thick, and he wasn’t talking about the cookie.

“By the way, and just to make everything clear. All four of you know that I am reading the character of the spice rather than yours in the last loop of the seventh of this world, right, Pauleen?” HE emphasizes Pauleen’s name like HE is mocking her in a way that is like a punishment for what she just asked and did a while ago. But more than that, HE deliberately tells Pauleen that her character and very life in the last loop is still a mystery that will be read before the book of Dylan opens and after he will wake her up. “As you said it, my God.” Pauleen’s reply satisfied him enough. Then HE looks back at the book and reads the words that describe that little spice of HIS.

A sweetness or a spice or a nasty oily base. Ezekiels energy....was like molten white melted chocolate mixed with sharp spices. The moment Brandon touched it, the moment he felt the Flame swallow some of it up....he instantly wanted more. A sever cramp, a physical ache shot down through the core of his body. Even while a hot whip of longing and want settled in his gut, stirring his cock and making him pant with the severity of the feeling. More! Something ....dark....and possessive crawled up into his thoughts, whispering. Screaming. Begging. Stroking a lust that he had been denying for weeks.

Kai moaned out loud before she turned back to exit the place. “These are the best ever goodies I have ever had,” I concurred as I closed my eyes and let the delicious explosion of the flavors of cinnamon and honey work their magic in my mouth. “Mhmm true,” Dominic said before stealing a protruding cookie from my mouth. “What the hell, Dominic !” I shouted as I threw a choco chip at the cookie thief’s forehead. “Oww ! That hurt,” Dominic frowned my way as he rubbed the flicked spot. “Here take this !” he exclaimed and quickly snagged the collar of my top before emptying a tray of ice inside my tee !!

"Well, if we did accidentally set the house on fire, at least we went out with a bang." Caspian's lips curved into a smirk, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Speaking of going out with a bang," he murmured, his cool fingers trailing along her spine, "I must say, you're quite the firebrand in more ways than one." A shiver of pleasure rippled through Lily at his touch. She leaned in close, her breath ghosting across his ear. "And you, Mr. Ravencroft, are dangerously addictive," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I stand up on my tippy toes and wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss him; I don't miss the growl that vibrates through his chest as he pulls me in tighter, wrapping his arms around me, taking control of the kiss and deepening it. When he steps back, we are both breathing hard; I move away from him and head over to the pantry and pull out a breakfast bar. I eat it, put the wrapper in the bin, grab a piece of fruit off the counter, and then make my way out into the backyard. I sit on the porch and flick through the pages of my spell book. I stop at what looks like a simple spell; I move away from the porch and grab a couple of small sticks, putting them on the ground away from anything else

Christiano pointed out "Even his dimples." I went red. "Geez, I was bored." I blushed "You were reading my books too." Xavier picked up the top book from the pile I had read on the table "Werewolves, romance, fantasy....have you read all of these?" I nodded. Xavier shook his head. "Bookworm." he teased me "Am not." I frowned at him folding my hands "Yes you are spitfire." he leaned on the table and folded his arms too "No I'm....spitfire?"