Dark Enchantress Cookie Novels & Stories

Gerri said, placing it on the table next to Liv’s plate. Why didn’t she take it? She should put it in her handbag. Someone would eventually need it. “You’re welcome.” She bit into the second cookie. Aurelis brought coffee for Gerri and a plate with chocolate-covered cream puffs. “A paranormal dating agency, huh?” Gerri grinned, her blue eyes twinkling with humor. “Yes. You have heard of shifters, right?”

Not even my own personal ifrit Maalek, who held a great portion of ancient power, had managed to locate it, even though the beast had made many desperate attempts in the past when he was not bound by him and had other historical owners. Eren slid a shiny black dragon coin onto the wooden counter, the metal stamped with intricate, glowing red markings. It landed on the wood with a loud, satisfying thump. He leaned in even closer to the old witch, letting his natural charm show through his expression. “What do you say?” The witch greedily snatched the heavy coin with her claw-like fingers, sliding it into her old, rusted cash register with a soft, metallic “bing” sound. She smiled widely at us

I found none of course, even with a house with no littles we can't expect to find any cookies, the guys are worst than real five years old when it comes to sugar. I gather the ingredient for cookies and get to work, it won't take her much to be here, I had my back turned while focusing on the dow. I felt hands from behind me, hugging me, I smelled a feminism perfume, lots of it. I didn't have a chance to turn back when I felt kisses on my neck, the hands holding me had long fake red nails, the perfume was too strong and whoever it is, is too tall to be my Ari.

And then, on the corner, a small storefront with a sign that says, "The Enchanted Emporium." "The name looks promising," Damon says. Inside, the air is heavy with incense and the shelves are lined with jars of herbs, crystals, and various other mystical objects. A woman with long, curly hair and a flowing dress greets us. "Welcome. How may I assist you today?" "We're looking for some specific herbs," Damon says, stepping forward. "Mandrake root, black henbane, and nightshade." The woman raises an eyebrow. "Those are rather dangerous herbs. What are you planning on doing with them?"

* The chefs brought out all the ingredients. Flour, cookies chocolate, butter, and the rest. She spread her eyes anxiously, thinking of a way to distract the chefs and add the Aphrodisiac. She forced a smile as she mixed the ingredients. "What do I do now! Ahh May! Think!" She snapped in her mind. She saw a perfect idea. "Ahhh, cockroach!" She screamed pointing in a direction and they all rushed to see the cockroach. She quickly opened the Aphrodisiac and emptied it inside the flour, she quickly threw the sachets in the bin and continued smiling.

I snapped. She sniffed. “Permit me to—” “Let’s not punish innocent confectioners for your shortcomings, Lady Autumnus,” the Fae King drawled. “Allow me to reduce the magical resonance of the macarons so even one as powerless as you may see them.” With a wave of his fingers, a dozen powder-pink cakes the size of gold sovereigns appeared in the Tupperware container. My breath caught, but I resisted the urge to speak. What on earth was happening?

It would help the Supernatural Council as well. ‘We’re completely on board with whatever you’d like to do, babe,’ he promised me. ‘That we do, Little Fae,’ Byron added. My attention turned back to Imeela and Jackson, knowing what my answer was. “What’s that condition going to be?” “I want you to teach me the super-secret Precoza baklava recipe. The one with the additional nutmeg.” I was serious too. I did not joke about baklava. Not one fucking bit. That recipe was a necessity. In all seriousness, I could probably orgasm from the taste alone. It was that fucking mind-blowing.

“To make it easier to understand—I can teleport my ancestral body into another realm without moving my physical one. In that state, I can influence events happening in both spiritual and physical dimensions. That’s what makes me a Sesame witch.” "What?" I was confused, trying to understand what she was saying. “Come, have a seat,” she said, pointing to the empty chair. I sat and fixed my gaze on her. “See, honey... being a Sesame witch isn’t something everyone in our family inherits,” Mom said, her tone a little wistful. “My great-grandmother had it. But your grandma? Just a regular witch. A good one—but not chosen.” “They called it the Immaculate Gift—the Sesame Spirit.”

His gaze fell on a hickey on my collarbone, and he pressed me firmly onto the bed. I struggled desperately, screaming. A sharp knife pierced my skin, and blood covered the hickey. "Are you crazy?! Let me go!" Cade held me down with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This will be the first time and the last time! I'll take down the news. Before I lose control, you better get back to normal!" The "normal" he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.