Clover Cookie Novels & Stories

It was a crazy combination that would probably make them have stomach aches but they were willing to risk it. “I know you're thinking about your cookies. Put the dough in the fridge and come let's go. You don't even have to change.” Hailey looked at what she was wearing - a crop top and hight waist jeans - and shook her head. She wasn't crazy to go out like that. But she didn't say anything until she had properly sealed the cookie though in a clim film - a transparent leather like material thst stuck to each other when joined - and put it in refrigerator.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted our laughter, and Chloe's mom opened the door. "Mom! Must you always intrude?" Chloe asked, feigning annoyance. "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm sure you girls are hungry," she said, placing a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the table. "No, Mom, we're not," Chloe insisted.Well...I really do want to try those cookies" I said, unable to resist. Mrs. Flora laughed "Go ahead, I know you love them," she said with a knowing smile. I eagerly took a bite of a cookie, savoring the warm, gooey chocolate.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

his mother broke the contemplative silence, "I think we've had enough heavy conversation for one day. How about something lighter?" She rose and opened a cabinet, pulling out a large tin filled with cookies. "These are my famous chocolate chip cookies," she said, offering the container to us. "Nothing solves life's problems like homemade cookies." As Clay eagerly grabbed a cookie, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, if this is part of the Luna training program, count me in." He winked at me as he took a satisfying bite, the chocolate melting and mixing with the emotions that colored the moment. "Trust me, the perks are one of the best parts."

I said, smiling as I adjusted her in my arms. "Aunt Avery, guess what?" she said, her voice full of childish excitement. "What is it, my little troublemaker?" She puffed out her chest proudly. "I helped Mommy bake cookies! And I didn’t even eat the dough this time!" I raised an eyebrow, feigning skepticism. "Are you sure about that? Not even a little lick?" Chloe giggled, covering her mouth with her tiny hands. "Maybe just a little!" I chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Well, I hope you saved some cookies for me."

I said while I walked out the bakery. They stared back in confusion and Hunter was laughing. The moment we reached home, I opened the box of cookies and began devouring them. Jelly jam cookie, there was peanut butter, pumpkin chocolate, Oatmeal, Raisin cookie, chocolate chip and a few more but I forgot the names for it. Hunter brought his mouth close to mine and I stepped back. He opened his mouth wide. I took a bite of my third Chocolate chip cookie and stared at him. "Why is your mouth open?"

Clover said, frowning. I waved her off. "What's the problem?" I asked as we went up and sat in her bedroom. "The problem is this unknown person is now sending me cakes and managed to get in my house … again." Clover grabbed a pair of Adidas shorts and a PINK shirt. She quickly changed and laid out on her bed next to me. "You got a cake?" I asked, surprised. I felt my heart pounding in my ears, the note burning a hole in my purse. I wasn’t hiding it; I just needed to find the right time to bring it up. I would never do something like that to her.

I said, and Mrs Kowalski cleared her throat from the doorway where she was pretending to read a magazine. We cut the cookies into shapes, and Lily wanted stars and hearts and dinosaurs, and Rook wanted hockey sticks, and I told him that we did not have a hockey stick cutter, and he said that we should buy one. Lily cut a cookie that was supposed to be a star but looked like a blob, and she said that it was Daddy, and Rook said that it looked exactly like him before coffee.

“Let’s go before she drags us there by force.” We end up at a little neon-lit shop on the corner, sticky floors and rainbow sprinkles everywhere. Kenzie orders something violently pink with gummy worms sticking out. Claire gets mint chocolate chip, Aaron orders plain vanilla—of course he does—and I go for cookies and cream, which immediately wins me “coolest grown-up” status with Kenzie.

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."