Clover Cookie X Licorice Cookie Novels & Stories

Lily said, half through her third bite, "this vanilla lavender one is talking to me." "Talking to you how? In the form of a lullaby or a Shakespearean sonnet?" "More like, 'Eat six slices and pretend it's prenatal medicine.'" He smiled. "The chocolate ganache is singing my name. But I will compromise in the interest of love and choose the lavender if I have sole frosting-licking privileges." Lily narrowed her eyes. "Define 'sole.'" "Anything with frosting and your mouth? Mine. Forever." She laughed. "Deal."

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

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.

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

Gabe notices for the first time, the sweet aroma filling the kitchen and his stomach rumbles in anticipation. “We are perfect.” Liza answers him as he comes over to give her a side hug. He looks down at the array of confections spread before Liza and he grins. “What is with all of the delicious sweet treats?” “We had a craving.” Liza says with a casual shrug and Abby turn back from the oven with yet another pan of cookies, smiling at Liza's reply. “We made sugar cookies, some froted and some not, peanut butter cookies and chocolate chip.” Abby tells him.

She picked up one of the cookies, studying the small square of purple jam. “It’s raspberry, I thought you might enjoy it.” Lola took a bite of the pastry, letting the flavors swirl together as she chewed. It stirred a memory of enjoying the same type of cookie with her mother. Her mother used to bring cookies like these on the weekend after work. She had loved them then. Erik’s shortbread cookies always made her think of her mother. “It’s good, thank you. Do you have any plans for today?” “Just working here, I plan to close early. I started a good book and I can’t wait to finish it.” Erik said, and for a while they lost themselves talking about books.

Aaric skipped ahead, tugging them both toward an ice cream stand he had spotted. They tried flavors they’d never tasted before like lavender honey, salted caramel swirl and Lucian ended up with a smear of vanilla at the corner of his mouth that made Isla laugh until her stomach hurt. Aaric declared his chocolate cone the winner and promptly smeared half of it onto Lucian’s shirt while hugging him. Instead of snapping, Lucian just sighed and hoisted Aaric onto his shoulders, letting the boy ride high as they strolled down the pier. The sun was dipping low, painting the water in shades of rose-gold.

I pursed my lips, shaking my head lightly with another shrug, “it was a learning experience.” Gavin gives a light sigh of agreement before holding up the tray on dainties. Chocolate chip cookies I can smell from here, some kind of lemon looking squares, and a cupcake that has a piece of sugared strawberry sticking out of the icing. “Oh,” I hold up my hands playfully, “no thank you, the wedding is so close.”