Cookie Monster Creepy Novels & Stories

That will be a surprise for when the Red One arrives. I continue barking out orders, directing acolytes and warriors to prepare the scene for the Crones’ arrival, as well as for the creatures that will come after to clean up. The rougarou. Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie. The Honey Island Swamp Monster. The Grunch. Flatboat Annie. Letiche. All of them will take their share of the sacrifices. The persistent buzzing at the back of my mind from the coin grates on my nerves like an annoying fly. With a growl, I yank the chain from around my neck and hurl the coin across the room.

I’d completely forgotten I’d ordered them. “Sea Monkeys?” Matt said with some scorn. “Seriously?” “Sea Monsters,” I replied, pointing to the box. “I was bored and saw the ad in the back of one of the comics.” Matt took the box and turned it over, scanning the details on the back. “It’s probably just another breed of shrimp,” he said, handing it back to me.

Klaus shook his head in the negative, I know he's biting his tongue to keep from swearing at me. "Fine." I took a bone-shaped cookie out of my pocket, just like the kind you give to dogs, and threw it to him. I saw Klaus's pupils widen and then shrink as his anger grew, I saw the cookie fall to the floor, right in front of him, and I heard the rumbling of Klaus's stomach once again. After all, the cookie was made with the finest meats and smelled delicious, even more so for a Lycan, even one with impaired senses.

he yelps, while still chewing the freshly baked cookie. “Spit it out! You’ll burn your tongue!” I tell him, racing to the cabinet for a glass and fill it with water. He quickly chews the cookie and swallows it down. “And waste a cookie? Not a chance. In case you forgot, I’m a werewolf. My tongue is already healed,” he says and sticks his tongue out for me to inspect. I should be grossed out; his tongue has residual cookie crumbs and chocolate smeared on it. I fake my repulsion and roll my eyes at him, earning another laugh. I really enjoy his laugh.

Caramel is wearing a light browm hoodie that has mouse ears on the hood and skinny jeans, Strawberry has on a black and red checkered T shirt and black pants, Cream has on a white polo shirt with the front side of his chest open in a V neck line pattern and black cargo pants while Coco— He's wearing a dark brown crop top that has long puffy satin sleeves and a high waist black leather pants with ear rings that glimmer and dangle from both ears as he smiles at me "Kitten!" I stare at all of them, sitting on my seat as I say "Sure we aren't going anywhere?" He's at the other side of the table, seated next to Cream as he shakes his head "Nope" I turn at Mel now. He even has mittens on! "How are

Or maybe some ice-cream? Or better yet, cookies and ice-cream. Yes, that's perfect! That's what I needed. Cookies and ice-cream. The door suddenly opened and the devil in human form entered and locked the door. "Sinister," I tried to reason as he walked closer to me. "Becky." He calmly stated. "Let's not go there." "Where?" He asked wickedly, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Holy hell, the monster was lovely.

“Thank you so much, dear.” Anna opened the box of cookies, her heart fluttering at the sight before her. “Oh goodness, thank you so much for this.” It was shaped in amazing love shapes and from the milk color, she could tell that it would taste so delicious in her mouth. But as the smell of the cookie got to her nose, her eyes widened and she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, pushing back the gagging feeling that she felt. “What's wrong?” Wendy asked. “I don’t know. I suddenly don’t like the smell of cookies.” Not just cookies, the crab at home too, and a few other things. She gagged again.

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."

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.

It was obvious that something electrical… or should I say… magical passed between them, something so different and dangerous. Noah felt a strange flutter low in his stomach, a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol, he took a bigger sip of his gin than necessary. What the fuck was that?