Romans & histoires Cookie Monster Book

He flipped open the book she had just read, which was no longer a boring and tasteless medical book, but a comic book written by Jimmy. Blake was naturally not interested in these childish things, but he continued to flip through them one by one, rubbing his fingers on the pages as if Avery's body temperature and smell were still there. When the book reached the last page, the title page was filled with a short poem: "We watch fish love birds, cats love mice, dinosaurs and frogs, princesses, and princesses, we see meteors fly past, we watch trees bloom, and I cannot wait for you to fall in love with my miracle!"

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!"

It was also all the way up to the ceiling, at least eight-feet high. “Cookie Monster! No! Get back down here!” said the owner. “Maybe you should give him some cookies as a bribe,” drawled Liam. I kicked him under the table. I did not want that bird coming back down to stare at me and suss out all my deep dark secrets. But it didn’t matter. Because Cookie Monster decided to ruffle its feathers again and then squawk in the loudest possible bird voice, “MADE YOU COME SO HARD.” “Made you come, made you come,” it repeated as it hopped from one end of the shelf to the other. “Made you COOOOOOME!”

And neither of them would come. Domini grabbed her robe off the floor and hoped a shower would cool her burst of anger. But somehow she doubted it. ***** “Domini, can I have a glass of milk?” She set the blue marker in the crack of the coloring book. “Pretty soon you’ll start mooing.” Anton shrugged. “I like it.” She ruffled his blond hair. “To be honest, your milk addiction gives me an excuse to keep cookies around.” She filled Anton’s favorite Denver Broncos mug. As she plunked it on the table, she peered over his shoulder at what he’d been working on with such diligence.

He wouldn't keep that perplexed expression for long. He grabbed one of his books, and that's when his brow furrowed. I grinned. It was just the beginning of his perplexity. There, right behind the first book he had grabbed, was the first chocolate cookie. It was something I had placed the orderre to confuse him. What he didn't know was that the cookie was the tip of an icebag floating in the ocean. There were much more awaiting him. Devon eyed the cookie strangely, as if wondering what to do with it. Coming to a conclusion, he tossed it in the near trash.

I said, trying not to look too amused, “The high and mighty Freddy Montgomery, sneaking down to the kitchen at this early hour for…cookies?” He smirked, “I didn't sneak. It's my house. So technically, it's not stealing.” “Mmhmm,” I nodded, “And that works. I just know you were a naughty child, and your mom always complained about you.” Before I could say anything else, he plucked another cookie from the jar and handed it to me, “I know you're judging cause you want some too. Go on. Try it.” I took it and bit into it. The first bite was heaven. Gooey chocolate spread over my tongue. It was a perfect balance of sweet and salty.

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.

Liam marked the list on his clipboard and grinned up at her “Rudolph and the reindeer?” “Check.” “Snowflakes?” “Check.” “Cookies and milk?” “Chec—” Molly cut off her own sentence as she stared down at an empty cookie platter. “Wait. No check.” Molly held the empty platter out towards Liam. “Liam, did you eat all of these cookies?” “No way. I’d get so sick.” Liam imitated a queasy expression before pushing the platter back towards Molly. “Maybe Hannah didn’t make any this year?”

And what I wanted was a chocolate chip cookie. I found a recipe book and followed the instructions diligently. Within the hour I had fat, chunky chocolate chip cookies and a deep and satisfying sense of accomplishment. I had piled the cookies into a bowl, headed into my room, and spent the whole evening and most of the night eating cookies and playing with my imaginary friends. And for just a few hours, I forgot that I had strange parents. I forgot that I was alone. I even forgot that I had no friends. It was enough to just sit there and eat cookies. Which was why I had always had a fondness for baking and cookie eating.

My eyes were flicking between the two women in front of me, being nicer to me than anyone ever had before. “Try it,” the first woman coaxed. “Just a little bite?” I brought it to my mouth and nibbled at a dark spot. The sweet flavor exploded in my mouth and I gasped, biting into the cookie. My stomach rumbled as the crumbs flooded my mouth. I’d never tasted anything like it. It was the best thing ever. “My God,” the second woman breathed. “The neighbors were right. The system has failed this kid. He’s never even eaten a cookie at six years old.”