Candy Apple Cookie Quotes Novels & Stories

Habang ngumunguya ito at ninanamnam ang cookies ay kinakabahang nag-aabang naman siya sa judgement ng lasa. "Is it good?" "Why cranberry and white chocolate cookies?" sa halip na sagutin ay tanong ang ibinalik nito sa kanya na tila hindi niya napag handaan. Panandalian siyang napa-isip, "Ah... I'm giving it to a friend who loves that flavor?" he answers shyly. "Are you trying to make somebody... fall in love with you?" she grins trying to catch his thought. Napatawa siya at bahagyang namula, "Mama naman... what gave you that idea? Am I that obvious?" halos mauwi sa bulong na sabi niya dahil sa pagkadyahe.

“Fresh ones, like Janette’s.” “Janette?” I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “She’s in my class. Her mom makes fresh cookies, and they’re awesome,” she gushed, her eyes sparkling. Then she dropped her voice, leaning in like it was a big secret. “Daddy makes cookies too, but they taste like trash. Don’t tell him!” I laughed, genuinely amused. “I promise.” I mimed zipping my lips and throwing away the key. The thought of Hawthorne baking cookies was...well, ridiculous.

"I guess you want nothing. I'll cancel my offer." "Wait. Wait. You can't take back your words." "Stop joking then." "I'm always serious about that. But okay. Since you mean actual food, I want to have your favorite. Chocolate chip cookie, isn't it?" "Mine same as yours." He snickered, then placed his hand over mine, stroking it. "Chocolate will never be wrong." "It's decided then. I'll make a lot of chocolate chip cookies and ask for Jenna and Nicole's ideas for others. Who knows, I'm best at making them too?"

There were quotes on the walls, ‘The kitchen is the heart of the home’ ‘We only have today, live, love and laugh’ ‘Always time for chocolate cookies’ And so, it goes on. It was cute and there were so many cookie jars, filled with cookies, cake plates, all home baked goodies. Tala helped herself to a double slice of chocolate cake. That was at least something that she never had to worry about, putting on weight… She put her plates in the basin and drank her last sip of juice.

PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES! “MATE!” I shouted as it hit me like a ton of bricks as she smiled, giggling as she offered her hand to me. Fuck, her smile makes my heart burst. I want to make her smile every day. And her giggle is what angels sound like. I want to hear it for the rest of my life. I managed to pull an arm free, reaching out, hoping to the Goddess that this was real or as real as things in my mind can be. And then our fingers brushed, and it was true magic.

When she had just reached the eighth grade, Carol would often go over to Kookie after school because Adam had a part-time job over there while he was in the twelfth grade. Carol loved the cookies at Kookie, so Carol would often stuff more cookies into her bag. Every time she finished eating it, Carol would say, “It tastes so good. Once I’m rich, I’ll reserve this place. That way, I can eat the cookies here every day.” It was just a joke back then. She was not expecting Adam to still remember it. She received a message. It was still from Adam. [Have you eaten them? Try them and see whether the cookies still taste the same.]

I say reminding him of my cookies. "Sure I'll get you the cookies" he says shaking his head, I love him really, but if I can get cookies out of it, why not. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story, Love Cinderella.

"And maybe we can even try a different kind of cookie." Theo's eyes sparkled with anticipation. He couldn't wait for tomorrow, for another day filled with laughter, love, and the sweet taste of homemade cookies.

Alisha drawled as she came to sit beside me. “Oh sure, if you have something we can share. But these cookies are not mine but are of my stomach. I can only share what’s mine.” I said and turned sideways to devour my sweet-sweet cookies. “Are you sure you want to do this Amy? You might regret it later on.” Alisha asked and I chuckled. How can I ever regret not sharing? “I won’t babe.” I said and ate another piece of cookie when a nice fragrance came from my side, and I thought of the caramel shake I had. I am even daydreaming now. How sad.

“I didn’t think of that. Won’t chocolates send the same message?” “Maybe. Chocolates and wine and…cookies?” “Cookies?” Jack asked with a laugh. “Hey, don’t knock cookies. Especially those giant ones that have heaps of M&Ms in them. Maybe you could get one that says ‘I’m sorry’ spelled out in chocolate chips. Or donuts.” “Donuts?” “Yeah, don’t they have donut delivery services where you are?” This was the closest they’d ever come to revealing just where in the world they lived.