Novel & Cerita Dark Cacao Cookie

I said, my voice flat. Rachel swallowed, looking a little green. “Right. Thorough. Got it.” She took a deep breath, visibly trying to rally. “Well! Even broody, intense communing slash killing probably works up an appetite, right? I brought cookies! Mrs. Peterson, the cook, made her famous chocolate chip ones. They’re, like, guaranteed to make even the darkest day a little brighter.” She held out the basket. The smell of warm chocolate chip cookies, so incongruous in this setting of blood and death, was actually..tempting.

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

Then she turned and walked out of the room. I picked up a peanut butter cookie and Daniel chuckled, “Those are still your favorite?” I smiled, “Yes and so are sugar cookies.” Daniel laughed, “I’m glad I asked her to make them.” Jace asked, “Lacey, what about you? What’s your favorite cookie?” She smiled, “I’m all about the chocolate. I love chocolate cookies with chocolate chunks.” He laughed, “I’m the same way. Except I love No-Bake cookies.”

And the darkness swallows me whole. I wake sometime around midnight. The third-quarter moon fills my room with a soft glow. I groan, rolling onto my side, and prying my eyes open to look around. I’m alone. I can hear Dominic downstairs, can smell the cup of coffee he’s made. His heart beats in his chest steadily, the rhythm comforting. At least I’m not alone. He’s on his feet in a second, bounding up the stairs. No doubt he heard me. So I wait.

I shared, but it seemed like she didn't like 'clumsiness' upon seeing her how disgruntled her expression became. "Mom, what's in this thing?" Cutting off the sudden tension, Eric asked. I'm not that dumb to not notice that he saved me there. "Oh, everything that is served today is my personal favorite. And for that, it has mint and bitter cacao as the main ingredients." I had to admit, every food that she likes wasn't really my type. I'd rather have a cheap chocolate bar than this pricey dessert that makes me feel like I swallowed sweet toothpaste. "I like them. It's the best dessert for me." Gracefully placed her hand on her chest.

"Come have a look for yourself.” She stepped out of the way, and made hand gestures, motioning me to go have a look for myself. I opened the oven and pulled out a tray... What the actual fuck! They were actually different batches of them, with most of them being my favorite; brown chocolate cookies, and the others, white chocolate cookies. “Oh, my world!” I gasped, taking in the tantalizing sight before me. "I would need you to take a bite and give me your review.” She kept her grin. I bet she was loving the moment.

I lied for my good, even though I was well aware of the story behind the scene but I kept it low, I had to be sure first than to accuse my lucky charm for nothing good, “You have hell of things hidden here,” I said, looking around to check out the whole studio, it had a touch of antique aesthetics; can say the perfect combination of woods and scent of paper was boosting it immensely while the warmth complimented the whole room. “Yes, It’s true. I have many jewels buried in here, that is why no one is permissible to cross the door, I should tell you’re the first one.” My eyes again caught his face, he there passed a wink.

I have had these cookies before, but this time is like a whole new experience. “Yum. It picks up the caramel in my coffee,” I admit. Damien then shares his drink with me, and I dunk the cookie again. Taking a bite, I notice Lola watching my every move. “Not as good, Damien. You never use sugar, yet you like sweets,” I say, pointing out the irony. “The cookie is what makes the coffee sweet.” He replies like it’s common knowledge, and Lola nods in agreement. “Want to try my hot chocolate? I think it makes the cookie taste like pudding,” she asks shyly.

He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with it. Then, in a solemn tone, he said, "Natalie, what would happen if the pill stopped working?" "I'd be a goner," I said flatly. The Davis family called it the 'loyalty pill,' and a person had to take an antidote every month. If they did not, by the third day, it would feel as if ants were crawling through their bones; the pain would be so unbearable that it would drive anyone insane. A week later, death would follow.