Candy Apple Cookie Quotes Novels & Stories

God, her laugh was everything. In all the years we had been apart… I had missed that laugh more than anything. She turned toward me, holding up a cookie. “Taste.” I just stared at her for a moment. “I made chocolate cookies for dessert,” she said. “So just taste. And no, you absolutely cannot be boring and say you don’t like sweets. Everyone likes cookies.” I leaned forward and took a bite. My tongue brushed lightly against her finger. Her breath hitched. “Tasty,” I said.

I take one of the cookies and cut it into quarters, passing the woman a piece on waxed paper. She takes it, biting into it and chewing thoughtfully. A smile spreads over her face as she swallows. “Oh, that’s delightful. Is that maple?” I nod. “Maple sugar, yes, ma’am. It’s in the candied nuts.” “Delicious. I’ll have a dozen of those, please. And then three of the red velvet cupcakes for my grandchildren. The ones with teeth, anyway.” She laughs, and I start boxing up her purchases. “I hope you all enjoy everything.”

The old man sat in his soft chair leaning his back relaxed while closing his eyes. Back again Charlotte and Violet were discussing something important in the living room. In the middle of the discussion, Charlotte opened the jar of cookies and tasted it deliciously. "How does it feel?" “Mmm of course I've always loved these cookies . You always buy it at a famous cookie shop, I'm sure I really enjoy it, even one jar is not enough for me," said Charlotte, busy eating cookies devouring like a greedy lion. "Okay, then tomorrow I will bring a lot for you."

“They have those caramel apples you used to love.” I blinked, caught off guard. “I haven’t had one in years.” Lucas smirked, a knowing look in his eyes. “Then you should.” Before I could protest, he handed the vendor some cash and placed a perfectly coated caramel apple in my hand. I hesitated, touched despite myself. Before I could take a bite, Ethan scoffed loudly beside me. “Caramel apples? *That’s* your move?” Lucas’s jaw twitched. “What’s wrong with caramel apples?”

If I let him eat these sweets, he’ll have even more, but I figured it’s his special day so I allow him to indulge in whatever he wants. “Which one do you want, sweetie?” I asked him and he’s hard at thought until he points to a picture of what looks like tiny apples covered in chocolate and then decorated with ears to make it look like a cartoon character. It says ‘candy apples’ on the menu and just as I was about to order one, another person comes up to us and the little girl next to him shouts ‘candy apples’ too. “Oh, I’m sorry, but we only have one of those left.” The lady in the store says with a pout.

I need to lick it, to taste it. Wow, I move closer to the caramel apple and drag my tongue up over it, savouring it on my tongue. My teeth graze the caramel coating and I taste the caramel drip onto my hungry tongue. Without thinking, I bite down on it when I hear a rumble. I stop. Why is my caramel apple dipped in cinnamon rumbling? Must be my imagination. I lick it again, wanting to lick all the coating off, when I hear a chuckle. Wait, a chuckle what the?

“Don’t you know sugar first thing in the morning will stunt your growth?” There was something about the lightness in his voice that allowed me to feel a moment of peace. Even joy. I spun around in a circle, giggling when I noticed his crazy expression. “From what you’ve already told me, I amallgrown up.” “Mmm… Maybe I’ll need a reminder later.” “Besides, you need to live a little dangerously. Have a cookie.” I laughed after making the statement, finishing my cookie then grabbing another. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten anything. I grabbed another one, dancing in front of him. “Open your mouth.”

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“Still hasn’t arrived. And now, I’m craving it so badly it’s driving me insane.” Arden chuckled softly. “Cookies? All this gloom over cookies?” Asher looked up at him with mock seriousness. “You don’t understand. It’s not just cookies. They were special. Chocolate chip with almond bits. Perfectly crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside—” “Okay, okay,” Arden said, raising his hands in surrender, laughing. “You’re making me crave them too.” Asher sighed dramatically, falling back on the bed. “I hate waiting.”

“Apples! Apples! Apples! Who wants some candied apples?” An old vendor's voice caught his attention. Stepping forward to its stall as he looks at the delicious apples displayed perfectly upon the stick in front of him. The candied apples' sweet scent lingers in his nose. As everything is new and the first for him, he is in amazement to see such in his life. “Do you want one, boy?”