Does Pure Vanilla Cookie Have A Son Novels & Stories

Too much? "I know how it is," Brett smiled responsively, raising his hand with his beer clutched within the grasp of his fingers. Jasper's gaze followed his gesture to a familiar woman with ashy blonde hair and greasy, dark roots, her smile slathered with blood red lipstick that contrasted her pale skin. The woman was clad with moles and freckles the man affectionately noted were worn better by her daughter. "Have you seen Mona's daughter?" The man raised the question with a crooked smile.

My hands were still a little shaky from the adrenaline of the breakthrough, and my mind was a messy blur of work thoughts and the way Adrian's shoulder had felt against mine. I moved down to the next shelf. There it was. Plain vanilla. The most basic, unadventurous flavor on the planet. In college, Jason used to eat it straight out of the carton while he watched me study, claiming that life was complicated enough without adding swirls or nuts to his dessert. It was a peace offering. I knew he was going to be furious when I got home, and part of me wanted to soften the blow instead of bite back. I grabbed the vanilla and turned toward the counter, but I stopped dead.

on the fourth night I was in the kitchen pouring tea I didn't want when my phone buzzed on the counter. Unknown number. Come downstairs. Now. I read it twice. My thumb hovered over delete. Another text came through right after. Your father's company has three major contracts pending with Blackwell Holdings. Would be unfortunate if they fell through. My stomach twisted hard. I set the mug down before I dropped it. I didn't change out of my oversized t-shirt and shorts. Didn't brush my hair. I grabbed my keys, took the elevator down, and stepped out into the cool night air.

"Uncle Lucas is not your father. He's an important person in our lives, someone I care about very much, but he isn't biologically related to you. Do you understand?" Brian's face fell, a sheen of tears glazing his eyes. But he nodded gamely, ever my little soldier. "I understand, Mom." Relief crashed through me, dizzying in its intensity. "That's my boy." I leaned over the console to press a fierce kiss to his forehead. "Now, what do you say we head inside and see if Miss Anna has any of those cookies you love so much?" His answering grin was a little wobbly, but genuine. "Chocolate chip with sea salt?"

Her mouth was filled with white vanilla filling and strawberry jam from the cookie. “How was it, My Lady?” Leticia asked excitedly, her eyes twinkling in so much excitement and anticipation. “It’s good,” Claudette complimented. “Wow, thank goodness you liked it, My Lady. Theodore actually taught us how to make cookies and I actually chose this one cookie recipe for you and I was so happy that you liked it.” “He did, huh?” Claudette stared at the half-bitten cookie in her hand then her gaze settled on Leticia once again. “Where is that guy, by the way?”

Harvey held his chest as he began coughing. "I did, I told her trust me!" Mandy said quickly. "Oh geez! Harvey!" Julie held him from the other side. "My mum isn't unprofessional! You told her yourself that you wanted vanilla flavoring!" Tiffany shouted. "Are you lying on me right now? You and your stupid mother plotted to kill my dad with vanilla and here you are, acting right? Stella's Bakehouse is a fraud and unprofessional! Save the name and never go there! Mother and daughter are killers!" Mandy shouted.

The next thing was the flour, white chocolate chips and cranberries that was devoured by the little shit too and so was the batter when it was completely mixed. After the cookies finished baking and cooled down, Lucario was dressed and ready to go play by his cousins. Waylon called him over and handed him the cookie. Lucario kissed Waylon on the cheek and thanked him then ran away while eating it. Waylon shook his head amused, every day was mission impossible with the little brat but what could he do or say, he loved his son. *-*-*-*-*-*-* Dante crouched down to eye level with his son and said, "Son, do you remember what we practiced yesterday?"

Jeff is so fun to be with. He doesn't only treat me like a friend, he treats me like a little sister. “What else do you want aside from the ice cream?” He asks me, standing up from the chair. “Nothing, vanilla flavor is okay.” I've been craving vanilla ice cream lately, but I haven't gotten to eat it because it isn't in any of the freezers in our apartment, nor grandpa George's. Reason is that there's no kids in the house. Suddenly, the clit-clat of a lady's heel walking on the tiles followed by the familiar annoying voice interrupts my thoughts.

“I am telling you, Dad. These cupcakes became a hit at W&S. I have been getting clingy texts the past couple of days because I was with you and did not bring any.” “Who are the assholes who dare be clingy to my angel?” Dad takes a bite of a cupcake and a small smile twitches his lips. “Chocolate. I thought any flavor other than vanilla is blasphemy.” “It is, but apparently, chocolate is popular.” “Apparently. Presumptuous chocolate.” “I know, right?” I lean over on the counter to watch him closely. I have been doing that a lot lately, watching him, making sure he’s actually awake and right in front of me.

he suddenly confessed, then bit down on his tongue before any more stupid romantic thoughts could escape his mouth. "What?" Her brows arched a little in confusion. "The vanilla scent. Your shampoo." He picked up the bottle they'd both used. "I missed it in my shower when you left." "I like vanilla." She leaned into him, almost conspiratorially. "There was a weekend when I was five. My mom made cookies, and I thought the vanilla would taste good. So she let me try it." Her eyes lit up, and Jared's body burned with warmth and hunger. "And?" he asked, breathless, holding her waist, feeling her tremble slightly.