Cupid Cookies 소설 & 이야기

Adele~ I watched Silver closely, hoping against hope she wouldn’t reject the cookies. Since my lunch was unfortunately ruined by those rude, ugly bitches, I’d stopped by a roadside dessert store on our way here. I didn’t intend to get her anything, not something so cheap for a first gift at least, but when I tried the cookies, they were delicious. They were buttery, soft, melt-in-your-mouth good. So I got extra. And somewhere between impulsiveness and desperation, I figured... maybe Silver would like them too?

At that moment, Bernard came back with the bowls of soup. He never forgot my favorite—chicken noodle soup, always without parsley. Beside us, Anne took a sip of her soup and frowned. "This is too salty. Did they use too much salt?" Then, she picked up her bowl and, without a second thought, offered a spoonful to Bernard, who instinctively bent forward. They were so close that he nearly touched the spoon before stopping himself. It must have dawned on him then—he had a fiancée, who was sitting right there on the hospital bed.

“They came out nice.” Cato broke our kiss and examined the cookies the two of us had made together. “What are these?” “You can make billions of dollars but not figure out these are cookies?” I asked incredulously. I grabbed a candy cane and broke off a piece for him to try. He pushed my hand away. “No thank you.” “You’ll stay at six percent even with a bite.” I pressed it against his lips again. He finally ate out of my hand, his eyes locked to mine.

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."

I paid quickly, murmuring my thanks, and stepped back out into the crisp afternoon air. Today was our third wedding anniversary, and I’d decided to surprise him with a box of his favorite dark chocolate cookies from the little bakery on Maple Street, plus the name Midnight Lover sounded ridiculously romantic and I was feeling bold for once. Though the smell of the cookies was making me feel surprisingly queasy. The rich, dark-chocolate aroma that usually made my mouth water was turning my stomach in tight, unwelcome knots. I paused on the front steps, the paper bag warm in my hands, and took a slow breath through my mouth instead of my nose.

Charlotte quickly raised her body, then took a bowl containing cookies. "Hmm, looks like I have to reheat it to make it more delicious." "No need, because in any condition cookies Gabriel's Still taste good." Charlotte smiled sweetly while enjoying it devouring. “Cookies Gabriel's…the name is so unique!” cried Gabriel, chuckling. “Since you made it special for me, I named it after you. After all, these cookies taste very sweet because your love for me is sweet all this time.” "Later on Valentine's Day, I will make a hundred cookies and chocolate for you."

' 'No one can do this to you, right? 'Right, just you.' 'Whose woman are you?' 'Yours, yours, Coco… Just fuck me already!' I cried. 'Tell me how much you love me.' 'Very, very, much, enough to tolerate your shitty attitude and to frustrate you for the rest of your life. I am Cookie, I will make sure I drive you insane and fill your life with sunshine and rainbow and teddy bears and candies – men I love candies – and… Oh, shit!' I moaned at the end as he finally ended my misery.

“N... nothing... love, won't you make my chocolate milk? All the messing around we did took away part of my energy, I need to nourish myself to make you give one more... or two cumshots... anyway, you decide little one, we know that you are in charge of everything and do what you want, I just do it whatever you want, but don't spread it, especially to these girls who are your friends, they are gossips and no one but us needs to know that you are in charge of everything. - “You can leave it, love, this will be off the record..., now wait for me very quietly and I'll go get your chocolate milk and your cookies, when I get back we'll continue with your plan to cum once more... or twice... - “Br

he asked curiously. Cupid smiled "That is me, but you can call me Cupid" he answered, Ricky balked "Cupid? Like THE cupid? Where is your bow and arrow? Where are your wings?" Shotgunning questions. He still did not believe his own eyes. Cupid smirked "I dont use the bow and arrow any more, come on man, that is sooooo fifteen hundreds. Now I use the chat services! and I cant just walk around with my wings out now can I? come on that would raise way too many questions. Anything else?"

He was now standing beside me observing my every movement. "I never knew that you can make cupcakes. You never told me that." "Well, I thought you knew everything about me," I narrowed my eyes on him remembering his words last night. "I missed out on this part, obviously." He pinched on my cheek. "Actually, I was the one who starts the idea of selling cupcakes in Scarlet's coffee shop and I taught her how to do it. We started selling it in a small amount at first then when it got more requests day by day we decided to make it as one of the coffee shop's signature desserts." I told him the small secret that he seems not aware of.