Cookie Monster Name Novels & Stories

I had a horrible encounter with Tinder, it’s a long story. “Yeah Cook right? Cookie! Everyone this is Cookie,” Corey shouted and I was instantly mortified. Yeah, the fat girl is cookie. Hardly the first time in my life someone came up with the nickname, but among a bunch of hot as fuck celebrities it was hardly the time I would like to have it used. Why didn’t I just leave it at my first name?! My good mood immediately soured and against every ounce of better judgment, I took a step back. “Actually it’s really late and I’ve had a hell of a day, so just enjoy. Look forward to your post though,” I smiled, as Corey nodded, snatching another slice.

“We should open a bakery one day.” “Oh really?” Maya asked, brushing a bit of flour from Anika’s hair. “And what would we call it?” “Anika & Maya’s Cookie Kingdom!” she said without hesitation. “That’s a very long name,” Maya teased. “Then just ‘The Cookie Kingdom.’” Maya smiled. “Alright, but only if you promise to actually sell the cookies and not eat them all before the customers arrive.” Anika giggled. “No promises.” The timer dinged, and the first batch came out golden-brown, the chocolate chips glistening slightly. The maids applauded dramatically as Anika held the tray — with both oven mitts on — and presented the cookies like a prized treasure.

I arrived in good old New York and after a few months of scraping the gutter trying to make ends meet, I met my helper and the most charming and smartest woman I've ever known; Cookie. Cookie was the owner of one of the most frequented strip clubs in all of New York that she named "Sweet Cookies Swinging" and when she first saw me, she thought I had the potential to be one of her best employees and so she offered me a job. I didn't hesitate! I took that job immediately after she offered it and I've had absolutely no regrets ever since.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

I opened it with a blink of an eye and munched on one cookie, then another, then another and so on. "Geez. You're a monster" Jason grumbled and rubbed his hands where I snapped the jar away from him. "A cookie eating monster" Ryder added. I didn't mind them and continued munching on my food. I looked at them pointedly. "Well, serves you right for eating all the cookies last night" I mumble between bites. "So, you forgive us?" Jason asked looking at my stuffed face then to the cookies that is almost halfway empty. I pretended to think as I tapped my finger on ny chin repeatedly.

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

"Have you tried their specialty? That moon dust caramel macchiato?" "Huh? I have tried it once, S-Sir." "No need for formalities. You can just call me Red since we're outside work now. I'm just a typical guy you just met. By the way, may I know your name?" Amber smiled shyly. "Amber. My name is Amber." "I see. So Amber, are you a regular customer here?" "I am. I actully love everything they serve here. And one of my favorites is the moon dust caramel macchiato that you just mentioned."

"I like that, darling." "I know, right? Up here." Zoey gestured her right palm on which Mr. Hermes obligingly returned by hitting his palm onto Zoey's hand as well. "Alright! Yeah!" "How about Gummy Bear, Cookie Monster and Cinnamon Girl?" Mr. Hermes asked back excitedly. The old Chevalier's eyes were beaming in happiness while conversing with Zoey. "Woah. I like the Cinnamon Girl. It suits him." "Seriously, guys?" Dionysus exclaimed and saw his grandfather's nurses on the other table eating like them, now laughing because he was sure as hell they were listening at their table since a while ago. "How do you even know those nicknames, grandpa?"

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)