Cookie Cookbook Novels & Stories

“What?” “Did you not hear a word of what we were talking about?” Kiara asked, her dark eyes narrowing on me. “Tell me, you’re not dreaming about Cole when we all are here?” “Yeah. That would be so rude.” Scarlett added. “But, I’ll forgive you if you have something like ice cream or pastries?” “I have homemade cookies, if you want.” I offered. “Who made them?” Kiara asked, “Cole?” I shook my head. “No. I did. I watched the tutorial on yóutûbe.”

My cookie, adorned with a somewhat lopsided heart, hadn't turned out as I'd hoped. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad," I muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. Amy, still chuckling, offered a playful verdict. "You know what? You can eat this cookie. I'm sorry, Raven, but I don't think we can save it at this point." I frowned at my culinary mishap but complied, taking a bite of the cookie in question. The moment it touched my taste buds, my frown disappeared. These cookies were nothing short of a culinary masterpiece, balancing crunchiness, softness, and a symphony of flavors.

the young woman said, biting into a cookie and groaning when the buttery taste melted in her mouth. " I prepared these cookies for him as soon as we arrived, and I'm glad he liked them. It's not my specialty to bake, but I do the basics.” " Really? It's delicious, Dahlia.” " I just learned how to make these cookies and coffee and... well, I know how to cook eggs and boil milk.” She laughed at what I said. " I'm not very good at cooking either, I only know how to prepare the basics.” " Dora, my cook, taught me how to make these cookies. If one day I have to cook, at least I won't die of hunger.”

She nodded once, a sharp, silent signal of mother-to-daughter understanding and ushered the sous-chefs out. I turned to the pantry. I didn't know how to bake. Isabella hadn't been a housewife; she’d been a socialite. Valencia was a corporate shark. But I had Jax. "Jax, I need a recipe. Something chocolate. Something that smells like home and looks like a bribe." "V, I'm a hacker, not Martha Stewart. Fine... searching... okay. Ultimate Revenge Chocolate Chip Cookies. High sugar, high butter, low room for error. I’m projecting the ingredients onto your contact lens now."

Blair's P.O.V In the kitchen, Jane had indeed brought cookies; she might've gone a little overboard, though. There were so many different kinds—chocolate chip, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin, and something that simply smelled like heaven involving peanut butter. My favorite. She sat at the counter, chatting with the cook, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw me. "Hey, Blair. Is everything okay? You look..."

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."

mother whispered harshly, and with a pouty face Athquia walked out of the kitchen to what I assume was either her room or the bar. When she got drunk, drunk was never good enough. With a chuckle my dad started digging through the cupboards for honey, vanilla, ginger, flour, baking soda, baking powder, and all of the other baking materials that were needed for any number of sweets we even hoped to create. I stared at the goods on the counter in awe, I was so excited to get my hands dirty, in a clean way. I suppose my parents agreed with my own thought process because as soon as everything was laid down we were all prepping our materials, including our hands, and beginning on our works of art.

Letty asks after swallowing a cookie. I answer with a shrug “Nothing much. He just told me to wait as he comes up with something.” I take my seat and pick up a cookie. Shoving it in my mouth, I chew and almost moan at how delicious it was. Teresa told me that she uses a secret recipe that was passed down from her great-grandmother. I’m yet to convince her to share the said recipe. “Damn, Teresa knows how to bring about a food orgasm... This is freaking amazing,” Corrine praised as she took another cookie.

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

Cyra could clearly see a certain kind of content in his eyes as he told her those things. “And as late night meals are bad for health, my maa came up with this special and healthy recipe of making cookies for me, and I used to eat them a lot in my childhood,” he uttered. “So eat. They will help with your appetite, without causing any harm to your health, and then you can fall asleep easily.” Cyra listened to him, before trailing her eyes down towards that box of cookies. “Eat…..” Cyra grabbed a cookie and then took a bite from it. It tasted extremely delicious. She took another bite, which widened his smile.