Cookie Monster Book Novels & Stories

She looked peaceful here, like her world hadn't been broken in half just weeks ago. Cameron came padding in, still in his socks, with a half-smirk on his face and a packet of cookies in his hand. "Is this where the sad moms hang out now?" he asked, hopping onto one of the stools. I lifted a brow. "You're the one with cookies at midnight. I should be asking you that." "These are comfort cookies," he said, opening the wrapper with exaggerated care. "Strictly medicinal."

His brow furrowed as his teeth worked hard. "These are too sweet for me," Zaire said as he stared at the pile of cookies in the bowl in my arms. "If you don't want them, I'll finish them myself." I shoved another miniature but fat cookie into my mouth. The cookies disappeared in one mouthful. "If I knew you liked them so much, I would have bought you more earlier." Zephyr stroked my hair. I only returned it with a sweet smile because my mouth was full. My body rolled to the side, but Zephyr swiftly wrapped his arms around my waist. While he was only focusing on me, I was focusing on the flock of cookies whose lives were about to be threatened. Ah, but wasn't I the one who was the real predat

Piper announced, slamming shut a book about ancient werewolf rituals, “ if I read one more word with this empty stomach I might faint. "So what are we doing?" Hazel asked clueless. "Let's go get cookies from the kitchen, chef Marco told me he would make some today, and maybe some milks too." Piper snuck into the kitchen, leaving Hazel outside, it wouldn't be nice seeing Luna in the kitchen every time. Because people would talk though the staff pretended they weren't there. Chef Marco, a mountain man with flour all over him, smiled knowing what they were here for. "Hungry for cookies again?" He asked amusedly while sliding a tray full of cookies towards Piper.

Cookie muttered through gritted teeth, obviously mad at him for not apologizing. Amelia took her eyes to him alarmed as he stopped and turned his neck to stare at them from the corner of his eyes. He turned around and walked to them with a new look on his face, like he was trying to figure out something. He stood close to them, sniffing repeatedly. "Hey, what are you? A dog?" Cookie spat out, eyeing him disdainfully. He paid no attention to her and moved closer to Amelia, sniffing repeatedly. Amelia stared at him in confusion, wondering why he kept sniffing repeatedly. She doesn't smell, does she?

The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently. "Well?" Mike asked after nearly a minute had passed. "Tink doesn't remember." Shoulders slumping, Tink handed the book to Mike. "Maybe husband figure out?" "We'll see." Opening the book, he was surprised to see the words swim across the page, the text fixing itself in place before his eyes. Expecting some profound piece of magic, he realized he was looking at a fairly simple recipe for peanut butter cookies. Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page.

"We also love a challenge." Intarsia frowned at the number of cookies now in Agent's possession. Then he tapped the top of the tower holding the cookies and twice as many appeared. "That's better." "Protocol says you get to decide the asking order. Oh, and should you lie," Frog paused to munch on a giant pink and black cookie. "There will be dire consequences." Tarsi chuckled. "You should slam your tail again, Tricksy. That really could have used some thunder for effect."

Should he tell Marcus or Ben? He was almost to his pack when he decided that Ben should be the first to learn about what happened to fellow witches and headed for his cave. The warlock didn’t reside there. It was simply a meeting place, but since it was a full moon, he guessed that the coven would gather for some type of ceremony to honor it. The cave was eerily quiet as he entered. Still in werewolf form, he jumped with surprise when out of the darkness he heard Ben complain, “Do you mind? You stink like a wet and dirty dog.”

His mother half yelled. Xan hunny.. food is ready. Lexa yelled. Okay Mom.. I'll be down there very soon. Roxanne half yelled too. God! This horror book wasn't horrific at all. It was enticing..she wanted nothing except the book. She was already in the Fourth chapter, the chapter was all about humans transforming into wolves during every full moon. There was a small note saying; _I *wrote this book_ _because I want_ _every other teenager_ _out there, who has been_ _given the gift to transform_ _every full moon to be Happy_ _about their gift._

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

I still remember you loved these," he said, a smile on his face. I glanced at the cookies, selecting one. Lala's voice rose in alarm. "Alexa, don't! What if he has poisoned them?" I smiled, taking a bite of the cookie. "You are becoming wiser, Lala. And Master Scorpion wouldn't dare." I turned to him, my eyes locked on his. "Would you do such a stupid thing, Master Scorpion?" He shook his head emphatically. "No, of course not." I enjoyed cookie as I waited, my gaze drifting around the room. The door swung open, and my order arrived, everything perfect as I had envisioned it.