Cupid Cookies Novels & Stories

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

Setting the tray down on the table between them, she took a cookie then lifted her glass for a sip of wine. “Really? Cookies and wine?” “Listen, separately, they’re both good,” Sparkle explained, waving her cookie at the plate, challenging him to join her. “But together, they’re… pure Heaven.” The cookies were good, Kaleb thought, reaching out to pick one up and bite in. All he’d had to do was close his eyes so he wasn’t faced with iced, sprinkled Santas and they were just cookies. “That’s good.” “Thanks.” Sparkle sat back in the chair.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

As we stepped out of the chapel and into the sunlight, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Edmond, my husband. The word held a new weight, a new beauty. "I love you," I told him. "I love you more," He answered. More like promised. "Ehm... Ehm..." A familiar voice interjected, her voice rasping with urgency, drawing our focus toward her. "I hate to break up the cringe lovefest, but I am on official business," Cupid declared, her tone a mix of dry humor and matter-of-factness as she approached us. "Congratulations, by the way. Your union is another win for Snuggle, and we hope we did the best we could."

"I don't suppose you'd want to ride with me." Predictably she shook her head. "I might have considered it, but I have that order for tomorrow. Three dozen unicorn cupcakes." She wrapped an arm around his waist. "But next time…" Cole nodded. "Next time." He pulled her to himself and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Alright, pretty girl, you stay here and make cupcakes. You might make a few extras. You know, for quality control." Jenny laughed. "Are you going to test them again?"

She merely raised an eyebrow and took a step back. The air was electric with tension, and for a moment, all you could hear was the fire crackling and the snow pounding on the windows. Then, in a futile effort to break the tension—or maybe just because I was too aware of Creed being there—I grabbed a plate of cookies and held it out towards him. "These are my legendary gingerbread cookies. We usually serve them with hot chocolate or chocolate milk. Tradition.".

She opens it excitedly and sighs with content when she notices the warm chocolate chips on top of them . Nora gives one to Nova before digging in and munching on one of them , almost moaning when the soft chocolate melts in her mouth . There were 6 cookies in there , the girls decided to eat the rest of them the next night when the clock would strike 12 , marking the anniversary of their birth . Since it was something they weren't usually happy about , Nova made it a point to do at least something good each year so that the younger wouldn't have such bad memories associated with her birthday .

Kissing down her nape, I cinched my arms around her tiny waist, basking in her blissful warmth and flowery scent. “Oh my goodness, you got me a box chaperone cookies!” Jocelyn shrieked, turning to me. “I love you so much, Ed. You are the best.” “I love you too,” I smiled, grabbing her jaw and planting a chaste kiss to her lips. Jocelyn's latest obsession was milk-filled cookies from chaperone, a new food company downtown. Despite the fact that I always bought her those cookies everyday, she never failed to seem elated and delightful each time I gave her.