Cookie Chaos Level 23 Novels & Stories

Thalia set down the coffees. "That's serious enough," she said and Pippa raised her hand. "I discovered the mistake." "Noted for the record." The girl looked satisfied, so we spread the recipe book across the central table. We went back to the recipe and Thalia wrote down the numbers. 3, 2, 11, 17, 29, 43. Thalia turned another page, there was another recipe with the same problem. Butter cookies: Five cups. Thirteen minutes. Thirty-one of resting.

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.

“Telephone. Telegraph. Tell a Saint.” “She would know that we can’t keep secrets from each other.” Cookie agreed. “Call me after your meeting.” “Do you know more than me?” Karan demanded. “Nope. Just that she had exciting news.” He laughed. “Your time is nearly up.” “Believe me, I know.” She said leaning over and discreetly flipping off Chance who just laughed. “I love you, babe.” Cookie said. “I love you too, Cookie.” Karan laughed as fireworks started going off on her computer. Then numbers started appearing again, getting larger. “I’m going to kill him.”

She opens it excitedly and sighs with content when she notices the warm chocolate chips on top of them . Nora gives one to Nova before digging in and munching on one of them , almost moaning when the soft chocolate melts in her mouth . There were 6 cookies in there , the girls decided to eat the rest of them the next night when the clock would strike 12 , marking the anniversary of their birth . Since it was something they weren't usually happy about , Nova made it a point to do at least something good each year so that the younger wouldn't have such bad memories associated with her birthday .

But the fact that there was nothing between them was still solid in their minds. All Maia thinks was that Alcot was just helping her alleviate the intense lust she feels. She never thought badly and negatively about her best friend because she trusted him completely. She also knew that he had liked her for a long time but she didn't take it personally but just ignored it. She didn't want the two of them to ruin their friendship because he was the only one who accepted and loved her truly and completely. After thirty minutes of waiting, the oven ticked, indicating that the cookies were ready. She jumped down from the high chair and moved closer to the oven. Then she opened it and took the tra

Sierra stormed in, took one look at the empty box on my table, and screamed. "Oh my God, Alexis! You ate the green cookies?" I blinked up at her, my brain moving ten times slower than usual. "Sierra, what did you do to me?" She sighed dramatically. "Those were weed cookies for my client, Alexis. I explicitly told you not to eat the ones with the green ribbon. You were supposed to eat the purple ribbon ones. Those had chocolate chips!" I groaned, rubbing my face. "In my defense… you should have locked up the dangerous ones."

I was really curious to know what. “Well, I’m not much of a cook either, but if operation taught me anything, it’s I have a gentle touch,” she tells me, smiling as I arch a brow, looking away from our rivals. “Oh yeah, when did you play that?” I ask as we weigh out the flour and butter. We wanted to spread our bets and make 3 different types of cookies. Chocolate chip, the classic, red velvet our showstopper and tiramisu cookie our rogue. Surely one of them would come out right. “When I was in the hospital Gabriel didn’t want me to get bored but truthfully, I think he was just hiding from his pack,” she laughs and I join in too.

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

“Here. You could have low blood sugar. Nausea, dizziness, and feeling shaky are all signs.” “I eat way too much sugar, but I won’t turn down a cookie.” She takes a bite and makes a face that lets me know it doesn’t agree with her. She forces herself to finish her bite, then drinks more ginger ale. Maybe she has a bug. I hate that I can’t comfort her. “Well,” she starts, putting the cookie on a napkin on the counter. “I’m going back to bed. I, uh, hope you can fall asleep okay.” The air between us is thick with tension. She bites her lip, eyes running over my body. They linger on my crotch, and I wonder if she’s thinking about us making love. I know I am.

He came back a few minutes later with cookies and served it round. They all started to eat and talk about school. I was so distracted by thoughts of Alya and what she could have gone through that I only noticed the wolfsbane when I had already put a cookie into my mouth. As it spread through my body, I realized Josh had laced the cookies with wolfsbane. Whether they figured me out or not, I was about to find out.