Novel & Cerita Devil Cookie

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 !!

Kol whispers back. I roll my eyes and ignore them, grabbing the ice cold product out of the freezer, and grabbing a spoon from the cutlery drawer. I climb up on the worktop and struggle to open the lid to my best friends. Ben and Jerry. My best, best friends! I scream a short frustrated scream and throw the tub on the floor. Kol reaches for it, and quickly removes the seal and lid, passing it back to me. I huff and dig my spoon in, throwing a huge chunk of cookie dough on my tongue.

I should leave but I'm contracted for four more hours and I need that two grand and honestly where else am I going to go? I fix my makeup in the car mirror. Look almost normal. Just red eyes. Could be allergies. I walk back inside through the side entrance. Avoid the main party. Head straight to the bar in the corner. "Vodka," I tell the bartender. "Whatever's most expensive." He raises an eyebrow but pours it. I down it. Order another. "Rough night?" I turn. There's a guy sitting two seats down. Dark hair. Leather jacket. Definitely not dressed for an engagement party.

I whisper before hanging up, shoving the phone under the blanket just as Viv sits up, rubbing her eyes. “Who were you talking to?” Her suspicion cuts through the fog of her voice. “No one.” Too fast, too sharp. She narrows her gaze, unconvinced. I force a sigh, hand on my stomach. “I’m starving. I’ve been craving—” I let the silence stretch, pretending to think, “the truffle dumplings from Le Maison. You know the ones they only do after nine?” Viv blinks. “You want dumplings? At this hour?”

he asked, his voice low and husky. Trixie leaned forward, her elbows on the bar, giving him a generous view of her cleavage. "Surprise me," she purred, her lips curving into a seductive smile. The bartender mixed a drink with practiced ease, his fingers brushing against Trixie's as he slid the glass towards her. "It's called a Devil's Kiss," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "Careful, it's potent." Trixie took a sip, the alcohol burning a trail down her throat. She licked her lips, savoring the taste. "Delicious," she murmured, her eyes never leaving the bartender's.

“… Happy birthday to youuuuuu.” Rebecca clasped happily before swiping her finger on the cake and licking the sugar off her hand. “Thank you.” She giggled. “Take a bite.” Kira urged, moving the cake extremely close to Rebecca. Rebecca shook her head. “I’m scared, what if you try to poison me.” She teased. Kira rolled her eyes. “I don’t have a death wish.” She said and they both laughed.

It’s beautiful, another note falls out as I take out the dress. Get ready, you have a lot of birthdays to celebrate. Your devils x I smile slightly at the dress. A smaller box under it. My fingers slowly and carefully open it to reveal a pair of earrings. A devil, with a daisy inside its mouth. It makes me smile. Getting washed, I consider what today could be.

“Bitch! What did he write?” I exhale an annoyed breath, but she knows it’s not a meaningful one. “He wants me at his house at six.” “Someone is getting dick again!” She announces louder than I’d want her to. “Lucky ass! I need to find someone to fuck!” “It’s a command!” Devin replies. “I have something for you. And even though we just had pizza a few nights ago, I have a stuffed crust that I made homemade and it’s chilling for six hours before I put it in the oven. And I want you to try it.”

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.