Dark Enchantress Cookie Novels & Stories

In my right hand, there is something she just cooked. Elena reported that they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is very bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace. "It is very bad?" She furrows her eyebrows. At this moment, Elena is the most beautiful creature in the world. Her hair is tied up on top of her head, and she's wearing nothing but one of my button-down shirts. And as much as she's pretty, she's a disaster in the kitchen.

She shouts. “You ask an awful lot of questions,” I say in a bored tone. “Answer me!” “It’s a ball and chain spell, so you can try and run but you’ll just end up being pulled back to me, and killing me won’t break the spell either, so if you don’t want to spend the rest of your human life rotting alongside my corpse, best you cooperate,” I say saccharinely. “Reverse it,” she hisses; her honey-brown eyes looking up murderously at me.

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.

Dark Wood Pack! A lady with a menacing dark aura confidently stood up and walked towards the makeshift stage. A grave danger undoubtedly screams around her. She was wearing a black princess line dress. Her chocolate brown hair was tied into a messy bun. Her face was decorated with a dark contour of black eyeliner and mascara, and her lips with dark red lipstick. She gave everyone a mocking smirk – making Tamara’s blood boil as she pressed her lips together – trying to keep her inner wolf at bay. Elder Courdamus also had that same smirk as hers that Tamara gritted her teeth with deep annoyance and disgust.

Auntie Eleanor said from behind the counter, flipping something golden-brown in the pan. I blinked away the sting in my eyes. “You… cooked?” She gave me a look. “Of course I cooked. A phoenix needs food after flying.” A startled laugh escaped me. I didn’t even realize that she’d noticed the necklace I was wearing, the one Damien had given to me as a lucky charm. Which totally worked, by the way. She slid a plate in front of me— thin, delicate crepes dusted with powdered sugar, drizzled with lemon honey, the exact way she used to make them on special mornings.

I could not imagine a better mate for him. I looked at my brilliant mate and watched as she created her own Maltese Orb and brought it over to Marnie. She knelt on the ground and offered her the orb. “This is your very special friend who you talk to, it can talk back, it can even give you distractions, and it can come get help in the blink of an eye if any of you needs it. You get to come up with a great name for it. I have to go talk to Mr. Bellamy while you all get settled. Oh, and the kitchen is right through those doors. Tell them that Kenzie asked that they get you all some food and drinks. I also happen to know for a fact that a new batch of cholate chip cookies should be ready to come

I assumed it was just another one of her phases. Suddenly, Jensen hummed low in her throat, a sleepy groan vibrating through her chest. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy with lingering sleep and growing heat. “If you keep doing that,” she rasped, voice rough and dangerous, “I can’t promise I’ll keep you quiet.” I froze, cheeks burning. “Oh… I’m sorry.” “Too late, cupcake.” In one smooth motion, she flipped me onto my back and climbed on top of me, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue slid against mine possessively, tasting every corner like she wanted to devour me whole. When she pulled back, her eyes were blazing.

My commander asks me. “I’m thinking that this is a trap.” I say. It’s only a moment before I hear it. Clapping. “Well, done Aolis. You figured it out.” Lorelai comes out from behind a house, clapping her hands together in mock applause. Her once dark brown hair has gone black. Her eyes, which used to be blue are turning white. She’s becoming a dark fae. She’s letting her anger eat at her and letting the darkness overrule her light.

I chuckled softly, almost to myself. Demetria’s eyes softened. “Guess I did something right then.” “More than right,” I murmured, taking a bite. The taste was perfect, crisp edges, soft center, just the right sweetness. I couldn’t stop the small hum that escaped my throat. “Damn, Wildfire. You’ve just ruined every other cookie for me.” She laughed. “It’s literally cinnamon and butter, Marion.” “Yeah,” I said, picking up another and breaking off a piece. “Heavenly cinnamon and butter.”

"You taste so good. Like fucking honey." Sebastian whispered, pushing one of his fingers inside her as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. Lorraine's eyes were rolling back in the pleasure that was taking over her body, control slipping steadily out of her hand as she got lost in her high. Sebastian Phoenix was a drug, he was a living, breathing drug which made you submit to him and made you feel just how much you need him. Pushed and pulled and took and gave and he was so intense. He added another finger, moving them at a steady pace as his mouth did wonders to her body. Panting hard as she took support of his shoulders to stay still. The hot pool in her stomach growing.