Devil Cookie Novels & Stories

"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.

Ron’s overly enthusiastic offer to serve me snacks had immediately set off alarms, but I played along, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me falter. I took a bite and almost choked. The snacks were, of course, a disaster. The cutlets were so spicy they burned my tongue, the sandwiches had lemon slices instead of cucumber, and the cake was salted instead of sweet. So that's why the Devil was being so polite...

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..."

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.

Kai moaned out loud before she turned back to exit the place. “These are the best ever goodies I have ever had,” I concurred as I closed my eyes and let the delicious explosion of the flavors of cinnamon and honey work their magic in my mouth. “Mhmm true,” Dominic said before stealing a protruding cookie from my mouth. “What the hell, Dominic !” I shouted as I threw a choco chip at the cookie thief’s forehead. “Oww ! That hurt,” Dominic frowned my way as he rubbed the flicked spot. “Here take this !” he exclaimed and quickly snagged the collar of my top before emptying a tray of ice inside my tee !!

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.

She was smiling as she spoke and the other woman scoffed. “You are absolutely no fun.” She turned to Olivia. “Don’t mind her, she’s grumpy when she’s had a long day. I’m Emma.” She winked at Olivia. “The fun one.” “Hello.” Olivia found herself liking the younger Panagio. “I don’t want to be rude, but you owe me a phone call.” She fixed her gaze on Cassandra who nodded. “What’s for dinner?” She asked Emma. “Fried chicken and fries.” Emma grinned. “Vance is joining us.”

Curtis “What do you want from me, asshole?” Maverick grumbled when I dropped by his house. “Don’t make it sound like you don’t want to see me, old man. We both know you’ve been hoping I’d come over.” I retorted in return, making him grumble something about being done with the Arciero shit. When I revealed that I had some of Angelica’s cookies with me, however, he was a little more enthusiastic about my presence.