Dark Cacao Cookie Novels & Stories

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

She nodded once, a sharp, silent signal of mother-to-daughter understanding and ushered the sous-chefs out. I turned to the pantry. I didn't know how to bake. Isabella hadn't been a housewife; she’d been a socialite. Valencia was a corporate shark. But I had Jax. "Jax, I need a recipe. Something chocolate. Something that smells like home and looks like a bribe." "V, I'm a hacker, not Martha Stewart. Fine... searching... okay. Ultimate Revenge Chocolate Chip Cookies. High sugar, high butter, low room for error. I’m projecting the ingredients onto your contact lens now."

Parang kiti-kiti siya na kanina pang pabiling-biling sa higaan sa tuwing makikita niya ang garapon ng cookies na ibinigay nito sa kanya. Ayon dito, ito mismo ang nag-bake noon para sa kanya nang malamang paborito niya ang cranberry and white chocolate cookies ng Cafè mi Amore. Talagang nag-effort pa itong aralin yun para lang sa kanya... 'That's the sweetest thing!' Usually, guys will just give her expensive gifts, but him? 'Oh my gosh, I'm lost in this game, but I don't care!'

"Half cup granulated sugar, three-quarter brown sugar, one teaspoon salt, half cup unsalted butter, one egg, one teaspoon vanilla extract, one and a quarter cups of all-purpose flour, half teaspoon of baking soda, milk and dark chocolate chunks" Emilia recited. She had everything she needed to make chocolate chip cookies. Max would be back soon and she was going to surprise him with them. Mel had done almost all the chores, Gwen and TC were babysitting Gaby, Doug was nowhere to be seen and Thea was probably busy looking for Lisandra. With nothing left to do, she had decided to keep herself busy by baking. Even though Max had put a price on Lisandra's head, it didn't mean they were going to f

Yet, the lack of any clear evidence only adds to the headache throbbing at my temples. I pull into the nearest store, the fluorescent lights flickering over the aisles as I head to the cookie section. I could have asked my old granny or my butler to whip something up, but it might be too late for that. I grab a pack of cookies, their sweet scent wafting up as I open the bag. Chocolate chip. Classic. Then I spot the dark chocolate. I know it’s supposed to help with stress, so I toss a bar into my cart, hoping it will ease my racing mind.

This fairytale come true that was never even a blip on my horizon before. Caitlin kept me busy for the better part of an hour and then it was cookie baking time. I love the smell of things baking for the holidays, adds that extra oomph and Colt loves my white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. He and his father will fight over them when I take them to his parents tomorrow and my dad will stuff his face while those two go at it, it never fails.

My conscience was louder. I stopped first at a small local shop near the market. A shop that always smelled like warm cocoa and innocence. The shopkeeper knew me. She didn’t ask why I was buying treats so late. She just packed them and looked the other way. I bought Ezreal’s favorite chocolates—dark ones, bitter ones. The kind that matches a heart that doesn’t apologize for hunger. I bought a small cake too. Round. Soft. Frosted in midnight-blue cream. And a card.

She’s about to leave when I ask, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure, what about?” “I’ll need you to sit down for this please.” She comes over to my table and slides into the seat. “Sittin, go on.” “Uhm, I don’t want to sound like a douche at all. I just really think you should add more variety of pastries to your chocolate cakes and cookies. I know everyone probably already knows you for the chocolate from the business name and all, but I really think variety should be the spice of your shop. Also, if you can add coffee that would be great.”

Or at least explain. Because the truth was, I couldn’t stand another night without my cupcake. The thought of losing her completely made something deep in my chest twist painfully. I needed her back. I stood at the front door of the Channing house, heart hammering harder than it had in any boardroom. Nate handed me the bags. Aunty Rayana’s favourite chocolates, the limited-edition designer bag she’d been eyeing for months, and a new jewellery set. I also got something small for Melody though I wasn’t even sure she’d want to see me, let alone accept it.