Clover Cookie Novels & Stories

I ruffle her hair, then stare at the coffee maker, waiting patiently so I can go serve the customers who are waiting. "You're trying to switch the topic, but I'd still let you know that having feelings for a guy like Killian will only make your life complicated. There are good-looking werewolves out there, the ones who aren't smelly though. You can find a nice guy. Or maybe even human. They're not so bad." Clover tells me, her face straightening into seriousness. And I chuckle because her mindset is way too mature for her age. When I set the cups on the tray to fix the coffee, I see Clover sneaking out something from her hoodie pocket, only this time it's not a blood bag, but a bottle that c

Master Ruan finally decided to wear his shirt with his Master's badge on it, he now looks more respectable to me than a while ago, but I give an okay for having a good body build. We sat in front of his table, serving ourselves coffee and cookies. The cookie gave me a familiar vibe and I realized it's the same cookie you can buy in the Mystbread Cafe at the Golden City. The ingredients used in making these wonderful cookies are from here, top-quality ears of wheat made from the top-quality soil in the mountain of Zraidfeild. Guess why I knew this all, yup, Clara. She once brought a lot and barged into my room bragging about how delicious the cookies were and even told us the secret to why th

Bailey POV Orion considers the spread thoughtfully for a minute, the hesitation making me anxious. “ Come on, I'm dying of anticipation.” I jab at him and he smiles then points to a tray next to me. "Definitely the croissants. I like all three varieties. The cinnamon rolls are a must and the honey lavender scones are unique enough to be a signature item. And these…" he holds up one of the chocolate chip cookies, "...are perfect. Don't change a thing about them."

I sneakily hug her from behind. “Hey, mom,” I said. “Oh! Darling, you’re already awake!” “Uhh, yea. What are you making?” “Just some cordon blue and cookies for breakfast.” The oven dings, indicating that it is done cooking. “wait a minute, dear. I’ll just take it off from the oven.” She takes it out from the oven and the smell of cookies surrounded our home. The cookies are cooked to perfection in heart and star shapes. “wow! That smells delicious!”

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

He shook his head, his mind most likely flitting back to his injury and the physical therapy appointments he absolutely loathed going to. Grandma flitted out of the kitchen a couple seconds later, her soft-black hair twisted into a bun on her head. The plate clinked against the glass-top table, turning it smoky from the steam. Tiny buds of lavender dotted the tops of the cookies, coupling with the specks of vanilla bean to form a beautiful pattern. “Claire’s asked me to bake a few things for the University’s bake-sale fundraiser.” Grandma smiled proudly, her apron speckled with hints of brown sugar and flour.

she added. “So, guys, get ready, Clover designs is coming to DL city, and H’s closet is ready to receive them!” We all began to clap and hail, all except Aria of course. Instead, she interrupted the celebration. “WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!” all eyes were now on her. “Did you say Clover designs?” she stood up. “As in, THE CLOVER DESIGNS? She’s all over the net! I’m wearing their dress right now! That is amazing Hannah. Congrats.”

Clover hates eating late. As six o’clock approaches, there’s another knock. Clover steps in and her top layer of clothing is gone. Shes now sleeveless in a fitted shirt and flowing pants, just clean lines. She looks unreal. My mouth actually waters. “You ready?” she asks. “Yes,” I manage. We head to the garage. I open the door for her. “Oh,” she says, smiling. “I like this car.” “It’s a BMW SUV. I know you like them.”

Perla had set up coffee and home-baked goods on her old outdoor furniture under a majestic umbrella of a Hazel tree. Light green heart-shaped leaves and dangling cylindrical flower clusters hang like party serpentines around them. "So, Nueva, you must wonder what this fuss going on is all about?" Perla asked and placed a plate with homemade Lavender Shortbread cookies on the weathered table surface. Nueva couldn't resist the beautiful aroma of dried lavender and helped herself to a cookie straight away. The shortbread was buttery and lightly sweet, with a floral flavour, the edges were rolled in sugar, and Nueva licked the gritty substance of her lips and nodded yes to Perla.