Cookie Chaos Level 23 Novels & Stories

Taking advantage of his height, he stood up while the black-haired girl jumped around trying to snatch what was left. "That cookie cost me 80 euros!" she protested. "What kind of lunatic spends 80 euros on a single diet cookie?" "I bought it on eBay… You’re so inconsiderate! You didn’t even ask; you just took it! I told you it was mine and you ate it anyway!" she scolded him, frowning in an adorably furious way. "Well, I already ate it… Tough luck, like a grinning piranha!* And I did you a favor eating that thing—it could’ve been poisoned!"

The gingerbread man was gone. In its place was a pile of fine, black powder that stank of mold and rotting meat. I almost threw up. I ran back to my room and typed a message to NocturneNotes with trembling fingers: The cookie is gone! It turned into black powder, and it’s moving! What the hell is this?! The reply was almost instantaneous: Add me on Discord. Now. We need to voice chat. I immediately opened Discord and searched for the user. I sent a friend request.

I chuckled softly, almost to myself. Demetria’s eyes softened. “Guess I did something right then.” “More than right,” I murmured, taking a bite. The taste was perfect, crisp edges, soft center, just the right sweetness. I couldn’t stop the small hum that escaped my throat. “Damn, Wildfire. You’ve just ruined every other cookie for me.” She laughed. “It’s literally cinnamon and butter, Marion.” “Yeah,” I said, picking up another and breaking off a piece. “Heavenly cinnamon and butter.”

And can Dad try one? Portia nodded excitedly. She took the plate with Luna's help and handed it to James, who stared at the plate. There were about 15 cookies, some of them had hearts, some had stars, there was one with the face of some strange cartoon, and the rest had flowers and suns. Then, on another plate, there were four cookies with their names written on them. -Is something wrong? - Luna asked. -No, of course not. - he took one. I bet they're delicious.

It’s delicious. It’s also safe. Mom and I planned for this. I had correctly guessed the Alpha King’s suspicious nature would make him question me. He likely thought we were out to poison him for real. While I eat the cookie that I was ready to fake give to him, the Alpha King picks his own from my plate. We’ve planned for this too. The only cookies left on the plate were ones laced with the laxative. He eagerly eats it. I’m not surprised. Mom’s chocolate chunk cookies are delicious, and the laxative shouldn’t be detectable in the mix.

He walked toward the counter, stretched upward, and carefully grabbed the cookie jar from above the fridge. He opened it quietly. Took one cookie. Then immediately returned the jar exactly where it was. Like evidence needed to remain untouched. I nearly giggled watching him. Chris handed .e the cookie with deep suspicion. “Eat fast.” “Thank you,” i whispered happily. The moment i bit into it, my entire mood brightened again. The cartoon suddenly started become interesting all over again. Chris stared at me in disbelief. “You’re seriously this happy over cookies?” “They’re good cookies.” A laugh escaped him.

He will discover the consequences of truth when loyalty and friendship are absent. “How many cookies did you eat?” Josy asked. She hadn’t paid attention to how the cookies. That’s why she asked now. “A bite. They didn’t taste right. They weren’t sweet. You know those weird savory cookies. I don’t like them. A cracker should be savory; a cookie, sweet. Cookies had a subtle horseradish flavor. It was disgusting. I couldn’t stand it. So, I didn’t get past a bite.” The memory of that gross bite made me grimace.

When she had just reached the eighth grade, Carol would often go over to Kookie after school because Adam had a part-time job over there while he was in the twelfth grade. Carol loved the cookies at Kookie, so Carol would often stuff more cookies into her bag. Every time she finished eating it, Carol would say, “It tastes so good. Once I’m rich, I’ll reserve this place. That way, I can eat the cookies here every day.” It was just a joke back then. She was not expecting Adam to still remember it. She received a message. It was still from Adam. [Have you eaten them? Try them and see whether the cookies still taste the same.]

He did deserve it. "Give them a second to cool down. Trust me, hot cookies have been my downfall way too many times." Ohh I dont have enough fingers on my hands to count the number of times Mira Fameus cookies almost ended me... in the best possible way. They were simply that good. “I don’t know if I can wait much longer." He says as we hear a loud bang of something hitting the floor. I turn around and see a woman standing at the kitchen entrance looking somewhat shocked but then a big smile appears on her face.

“Guess I’m about to test that.” Yeah. I was doomed—and I didn’t even mind. She looked back at her cookie like she’d just remembered it existed, then nudged it toward me. “You want the rest?” I eyed the crumbling edge. “Only if you weren’t emotionally attached.” “I was a little. But you’re offering me a shady chess date. That’s worth half a cookie.” I took it, breaking off a piece and popping it into my mouth. “Generous of you.” “Don’t get used to it.”