Custard Cookie Iii Fanart Novels & Stories

“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.

“You look like you’re about to marry it.” I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries sat perfectly aligned on a soft linen base, each one shimmering under the office lights like edible jewels. I gasped. “She actually did it…” “Did what?” “She made it exactly like the photo she sent me earlier.” I pointed at the golden drizzle curling across the top like ribbons. “Look at the precision, Damian. It’s art.”

"These are custard tarts I made myself. They're completely nut-free. Would you like to try one?" I smiled and took the box. The rich smell of custard hit me instantly. I picked one up and took a bite. The crust was crisp, and the filling was rich and sweet. "It's delicious. Thank you, Ryan." "I'm glad that you like it!" He grinned, showing off his cute canine tooth. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, scattering patterns across my desk. I looked out at the sky and couldn't help but think that maybe Davin wasn't entirely wrong. I should eat more sweets.

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 gesture for him to come towards my bed I was currently sitting on so I could see what type of sweets he had on the cart for me. “I made some cookies! I even decorated them with frosting I made myself.” Sybil eagerly pushed the cookies he made towards me and I tried not to show any reaction when I saw the cookies…. They looked like me but the cookie me looked nothing like me. I don’t have such a cute expression on my face!

My tongue shrunk down my throat. “Psst, hey! Speak up,” she subtly touched my elbow with hers. “Uhh, y-yeah. Fenrir is the name. Nice to meet you all,” I wasn’t sure if my hand wave was necessary. “Don’t be shy, Fen. We got this covered,” she whispered. “So today, we will be making a custard cake. Sounds simple enough, doesn’t it? But making it special for our special episode is quite the challenge. Fen, what is your favorite flavor?”