Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

Hazel squealed internally as she heard that Devon and Stella broke up after their first date Yesterday. "He must have realized that, that so called bish is nothing but a walking truck of makeup." she said to herself as she kept dancing happily with joy inside the empty bathroom. "I need to celebrate this moment. Ice cream, yes. I will get that today." she skipped out of her workplace heading to the ice-cream shop as it's already her 5pm in the evening so her it's her time to go home. ................. "I hope that mommy dinosaur and little devil will not be there." she thought while walking to the same ice cream truck where she did a sin of destroying the Holy thing. "One chocochip ice-cream

"Now, hurry up." "There, done," Cedric said as he stood up. "Let's go, loser." “What shall we order?” Kian muttered under his breath. He was struggling a bit because he’s never heard of such flavors before. ‘Spongebob bar? Iced Coconut? Choco Taco? What are these flavors? Don’t they have plain vanilla ice cream?’ he thought in his head. “The Choco Taco is my favorite, mister!” A cute voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked down to the direction of the voice and stared at the little kid who made the suggestion—a little kid that looked so much like Zeth.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

I bet he must be feeling left out because I didn't offer him some cookies. "Dude," Val called. "Have you tasted these cookies?" He asked Noah. Noah shook his head. "I'm not in the mood for cookies." Mia and Val looked at each other. Mia spoke up. "Dude you are obsessed with cookies. How come you are not in the mood all of a sudden?" Noah sighed, already getting irritated. "I'm not just in the mood, why does it matter?" "Because," Val took another cookie. "When you were drunk in College, you made Mia and I go in the cold to get you cookies because you were the cookie monster."

I hear some low chuckles as behemoth numero uno says "I'm Azriel. The giant next to me demolishing the cheesecake is my older brother Atlas. The guys digging into the apple pie is my little brother Saint. The two knuckleheads tearing up those cupcakes are Stryker and Saxon. They're our cousins. Well 2 of them anyways. Finally the quiet guy snatching cookies is Liam. He's a friend of ours and Lincoln's older brother. We've known each other for years but never really connected the dots until boss brought you guys home the other night." "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm not done baking yet. I planned on making some pumpkin rolls, a variety of cakes and some baclava but don't ask me to cook any

I clicked on the speaker icon and continued. “He doesn't deserve you, girl. You are too pretty to be with a man that doesn't deserve you.” She sniffed. “Girl, thank you so much. I sent you an invite, there is a party tomorrow night at skylord and it's an all masked party. Make sure you dress sexy, I can't wait for the fun.” “Okay, I will, bye.” I pressed on the red icon on the screen. I minimized my phone and checked the invite. My eyes landed on an image that looked like Lily's figure, I couldn't see her face but the figure looked familiar.

This was my masterpiece: the Solstice Strain. I had spent months distilling the agony of Dante’s death and the corrupted remnants of the serum into this. It wasn’t designed to kill the Roux pack. Killing was too quick, too merciful. No, this was a viral psychic pathogen. Once introduced into the bond, it would act like a cancer. It would feed on the love, the desire, and the protective instincts of the mate bond, twisting them until the very sight of Arielle caused Girard physical pain. I wanted to watch the “Devil of Marseille” tear his own heart out because he could no longer stand to be near the woman he loved.

But it was also offering her a lifeline, however dangerous. She placed her hand in his, ignoring the electric jolt that shot up her arm at the contact. "Deal." Later, as she signed the contract, Maya couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just made a deal with the devil himself. A devastatingly handsome devil with an Italian accent and eyes that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed defenses. What she didn't notice was the way Luca watched her sign, a flicker of something beyond professional interest crossing his face—something that made Sophia raise an eyebrow in silent warning.

He will discover the consequences of truth when loyalty and friendship are absent. “How many cookies did you eat?” Josy asked. She hadn’t paid attention to how the cookies. That’s why she asked now. “A bite. They didn’t taste right. They weren’t sweet. You know those weird savory cookies. I don’t like them. A cracker should be savory; a cookie, sweet. Cookies had a subtle horseradish flavor. It was disgusting. I couldn’t stand it. So, I didn’t get past a bite.” The memory of that gross bite made me grimace.

Real smooth. He is what people call sexy these days but I've known him enough to certify him as the devil reincarnated rather than sexy. He was super drunk as usual so I got down to business. I bent down on the floor to clean up the mess slowly and carefully, making sure that I didn't wake him up. I was almost done and just when I was about to leave, I heard the sound of him clearing his throat which sent a shiver down my spine. Holy shit! Do I look up? What do I do? This doesn't happen.