Clover Cookie X Licorice Cookie Novels & Stories

When we reach the counter, Harlow presses her little hands against the glass, staring at the flavors like it’s the most important decision of her life. “Chocolate,” I guess, already knowing the answer. She gasps dramatically. “No!” Then she pauses. “Well… yes. But with sprinkles this time.” Rook lifts a brow. “That was a real emotional journey, princess.” She grins at him before turning back to the glass. “What are you getting?” Rook shrugs. “Dunno. Maybe vanilla.” Harlow wrinkles her nose. “Boring.” He glares. “Excuse me?”

Chloe nodded and opened the bag, one by one she grabbed the toys and snacks out while Lily explained what they were like it's wasn't a common knowledge. “I'll take the jawbreakers.” She grabbed the pack of jawbreaker sour balls and kept it aside. “No!” Shaking her head, Lily grabbed the pack and hid it behind her. “Mommy got it for me.” “I don't think so, mommy must've made a mistake, because this will break your fragile jaw.” It was for me, lily hated sour things, so I didn't have to worry, she would spit it out anyway. Chloe probably just gets off fighting with kids.

“Would chamomile be good or do you prefer some hot cocoa to have with the cookies?” I would say we already had some early, yet it took less than two seconds for Lorey to pick her favorite choice.

Oreos, Twinkies, chips, candy, the fucking mother-load. “Oh thank God,” she said. She walked over to the drawer and grabbed the Oreos, stuffed a whole cookie in her mouth. Leo laughed and gave his approval. “Something tells me you and I are going to be friends Amberleigh. I hope you like pizza and garlic knots…”

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."

His sudden shift in focus made me feel like I had his undivided interest. "Oh, these come in different flavors?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I hadn't realized that the candy had a variety of flavors. "Yeah," Felix said, listing them off. "Mint, chocolate, strawberry, orange, litchi, pineapple—" "Litchi! Litchi!" I interrupted him excitedly. "Okay, litchi it is," Felix said with a nod. "But just to clarify, the flavored ones will be used only for the mouth, not anywhere else," he said, tapping my cheeks playfully.

Kai moaned out loud before she turned back to exit the place. “These are the best ever goodies I have ever had,” I concurred as I closed my eyes and let the delicious explosion of the flavors of cinnamon and honey work their magic in my mouth. “Mhmm true,” Dominic said before stealing a protruding cookie from my mouth. “What the hell, Dominic !” I shouted as I threw a choco chip at the cookie thief’s forehead. “Oww ! That hurt,” Dominic frowned my way as he rubbed the flicked spot. “Here take this !” he exclaimed and quickly snagged the collar of my top before emptying a tray of ice inside my tee !!

"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"

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

I paid quickly, murmuring my thanks, and stepped back out into the crisp afternoon air. Today was our third wedding anniversary, and I’d decided to surprise him with a box of his favorite dark chocolate cookies from the little bakery on Maple Street, plus the name Midnight Lover sounded ridiculously romantic and I was feeling bold for once. Though the smell of the cookies was making me feel surprisingly queasy. The rich, dark-chocolate aroma that usually made my mouth water was turning my stomach in tight, unwelcome knots. I paused on the front steps, the paper bag warm in my hands, and took a slow breath through my mouth instead of my nose.