Clover Cookie Novels & Stories

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

"Please, eat it, ma'am. I know you like sweet things, so I made it extra sweet for you, ma'am." He turned to her, "I will get you a cup of coffee in the relaxation center." He bowed to her and left. Claire went to where he dropped the bag and opened it. She brought out a paper box from the paper bag and opened it to behold some cookies. They were different from the type he baked last night. These had shapes of moons, stars, diamonds, and everything was neatly decorated, telling of how gently Finn must have decorated them. Claire took a piece and with her butt resting on her table, she took a bite from it. It was sweet like Finn had said, and she suddenly found herself smiling with each bite

the elderly woman I met at the pastry store smiled upon seeing me. "Actually I am not a patient." "Thank the moon and stars that you are not.* *Ma'am, I want bage-- on a second thought, what's that?" I asked pointing at the weird shaped pastry I saw "Ohh it's the new best seller, it is a chocolate chip crookie, half croissant. My daughter made them and they are delicious." "I would love to--- "Andry, some handsome man would love to meet you. He said you make the best crookies."

"All set. You've got 12 chocolate chip, 6 peanut butter, and 6 snickerdoodles." He flashes a smirk and gives me a once-over. "Is this some sort of trick question?" he teases. I respond with a smirk of my own, closing the boxes. "Clever," I say, "Enjoy your cookies, Mr. Adams." He glances at my name tag and nods approvingly. "That works." With boxes in hand, he exits the shop, leaving behind a parting wink. I offer a friendly shake of my head. Boys. Afterward, I check a text message from Avery that had arrived a few minutes before closing time:

"You have no idea how much I yearn for this day to come. Her neck, the curves of her breasts, her slender legs. I lust for them all." "We would've succeeded if he hadn't appeared!" He shifted his attention to the speaking man. "He?" "Kyle Lee." "Ah... The rising star." *** Clover twitched her brows as faint voices floated to her ears. A warm flood of orange light fell onto her lids. Not bothered by them, she brushed away the itch on her face and stuck her leg out of the cotton blanket to continue her sleep. All of a sudden... "WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOUR BRAIN?!"

I say it’s proof I’m two decaf coffees away from going completely feral. Speaking of Claire, she’s due any minute. She’s bringing groceries and something called “labor cookies,” which she swears by. Apparently, they’re packed with spices and all kinds of natural things meant to nudge reluctant babies into action. I’m skeptical. Watch, it’ll just give me heartburn and a better reason to stay in bed. The kettle whistles, and I manage to pour myself a cup of chamomile without spilling it. Small victories. I settle into my favorite armchair—the one by the window overlooking the tiny, overgrown garden—and lift my swollen feet onto the ottoman with a sigh.

Faera explained to Barrett, she’s supposed to be the one to punish Cliverio, however, her past action cannot be at fault as well, it was for the best. “Had I known he would be in such a state, I should have snapped his head at that time.” Barrett smiled to console her friend. “Regretting it won’t help, however you have a reason why you did that right?” “As expected, only Barrett can understand.” Both girls felt the weight on their chest has been lifted, then two other girls entered the tea room with cheerful faces. “We’re here and we brought some cookies! It was the limited edition that was released by Eddie and Yngs pastries!” Mielle immediately brought out the freshly baked cookies and the

The type that coated your tongue with a light floral sweetness. The sort of tea you taste and wonder why you've been suffering with mediocre tea your whole life. "Clover made it?" I asked skeptically, raising a brow. "Of course. She's an expert at brewing tea and coffee," Camille added proudly, patting Clover's back as if she birthed a newborn prodigy. An expert? Alright then. "Since you love it," Clover sneered softly, a brown raised as she spoke "go ahead and show gratitude." Her eyes narrowed with the kind of fake innocence only she could pull off.

"MEOW" [Little lass, when they said BUTTERFRIES? Is that the one that looked like a butterfly that can be deep-fried and taste like french fries??? And when they said CLOVERGERS are they talking about the food that resembles clover with the form of a hamburger; having two bread leaves, one cheese leaf, and one patty leaf??? I want that too!!!!] "Yeah sure. I'll get you that combo meal, later. Don't worry..." "MEOW"

Opening the bin of peanut butter cookies I made this morning, or maybe yesterday since I still don’t know what day it is, I count them. There are eleven. I made twelve. And I haven’t eaten one yet. But peanut butter cookies happen to be a favorite of Aaron Kensington’s.