Cookie Monster Book Novels & Stories

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”

Within an hour I had ten super cookies sitting on the kitchen table. BTW, I bet you’re thinking I’m a total freak right? Probably true, but what are you going to do about it, nothing right. You’re just going to keep on eating your hamburger, be careful not to spill any carcass remains on the page. Not long after, a face suddenly appeared on one of the cookies and winked at me, it said, ‘You need to give me to Jamie first. It’s my destiny!’ So I stumbled over the table and managed to crumble up all the Tylenol into a glass, I then added a splash of Jack Daniels from my Dads’ liquor cabinet and poured Coke in. I started thinking about taking a shower in Coke when the buzzer went off.

“There might be an answer hidden inside the forbidden book.” Without waiting for the board members to dismiss the crowd, the four of us quietly slipped away from the field. We hurried across the courtyard and ran straight to Eileen’s dorm room. The moment the heavy wooden door shut behind us, I rushed over to the small desk. I pulled out the book from its hiding spot and tossed it onto the mattress. I sat down and began to flip through the weathered, yellowed pages immediately, my fingers searching for any mention of the glowing dome. Finally, my eyes landed on a section containing faded illustrations of a fractured crescent symbol. It was a part in the book that explicitly talked about the

Samantha growled as she unloaded twenty packs of my craving stuff in front of me. “She is a cookie monster !!” Jax cracked up and suddenly all my siblings went wild as they sung the extremely R- rated song, “Cookie Monster” by R. Kelly together. Ughh. These ape shit crazy bastards !!!! They were going to ruin cookies for me, weren’t they ? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mm like an Oreo I love to lick the middle like an Oreo (Turn up)

Me: “You don’t know a lot of things.” I poured myself some milk and headed for the room. Aaron: “Wait—you’re not eating?” Me: “I despise mac and cheese. Enjoy. And drink your tea.” I flashed a smile, slipping into the bedroom. On the bedside table sat the cookies Julia had given me. I grabbed one, took a bite, and moaned softly. Delicious. Ten minutes later, all four were gone. I laid on the bed for a few more minutes before sitting up , an uneasy feeling spreading through my body

“You're early for the weekend!” “Good morning to you too, Maria,” Roseanne said, smiling. “Run before the kids start asking for the cookies.” “Mommy,” Leon said in a small voice. “No, Leon,” Roseanne said in a strict tone. “Do not forget the rules.” Leon pouted his lips as he could not get more cookies. He looked at Coco and urged her to use her magic. “Hello, little lady and lord,” Maria said with a wink which meant that she would supply them with their favorite cookies later on when their mother would not be watching them. It was a regular affair in the cafe whenever the kids would visit.

“That’s not a problem, Margaret. This is a friend of mine, Selena Barrios. She’ll be staying with us for a little while. My buddy boy here was just getting to know her.” The woman looked at me with disdain, including my bare and now dirty feet. “Well, it’s time to get you dressed, little man.” Christopher nodded once then looked at me, signing one last time. All I could do was laugh. “What does he want?” Joshua asked, his entire brow furrowing. “He asked if he could have a cookie.” I winked at the little boy. “Not before breakfast,” Margaret snapped, which prompted Joshua to throw out his arm. “Not so fast.” He gave me a sly look then walked to the bag on the counter, pulling out a single co

The twins answered with a sudden, bright tumble, as if they felt the shift in the air too. That night, after a dinner that tasted of simple, victorious things (roasted carrots, bread with rosemary), Marcus pulled a small, ridiculous thing from his pocket: a half-crumbed cookie shaped like a star he’d baked earlier and hidden away because he knew I’d find it. It was the kind of domestic, silly proof that keeps big people human. I took it and pretended it was the most important thing in the world.

“Does it hurt?” Bonnie nodded, tears pooling in her eyes. Celeste yearned to embrace her, but held herself back–she didn’t want to upset her daughter more. “Here Bonnie, your mommy made this.” Molly said, holding out a cookie, crumbs around her mouth. “My uncle Ry-Ry says eating something sweet always makes you feel less sad.” Bonnie swatted it away, pouting stubbornly. “I won’t eat that gross thing!” She huffed. “Wasting is bad.” Molly frowned, brows creased in puzzlement. “Why won’t you eat your mommy’s cookie? It’s a gazillion times yummier than the kindergarten ones. ”

I don’t like that this used to be Monica’s, but I like seeing how much Adrian takes care of his daughter. I helped Hailey wash her hands and face, then change out of her play clothes and into fresh clean ones. “Can we get cookies first so we can share them with Aunt Britt?” “That’s a great idea! What kind do you think Aunt Britt would like?” “Um,” she taps on her chin like she is deep in thought, “probably the butterfly ones.” She is talking about sugar cookies shaped and decorated like Monarch butterflies. They were Hailey’s favorite a few days ago.