Eternal Sugar Cookie Quotes Novels & Stories

There were quotes on the walls, ‘The kitchen is the heart of the home’ ‘We only have today, live, love and laugh’ ‘Always time for chocolate cookies’ And so, it goes on. It was cute and there were so many cookie jars, filled with cookies, cake plates, all home baked goodies. Tala helped herself to a double slice of chocolate cake. That was at least something that she never had to worry about, putting on weight… She put her plates in the basin and drank her last sip of juice.

But today my beautiful wife decided to make some sugar free cookies for the twins so they wouldn't feel left out. She turns around and freezes when she sees me by the door, she was about to bite into a cookie. She smiles at me and takes a bite of the cookie and walks over to me, she holds the other half of the cookie to my mouth and I take a bite despite my disdain of anything sweet. "So what do you think? How does it taste?" She asks me. "Not bad, but I don't think you should be asking my opinion, you know I don't like sweets." I tell her.

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.

“You only gave birth yesterday, Luna Jade. You should take better care of yourself.” “I’m fine. Really,” I flashed them a smile that was meant to reassure them. “Sure. Sure. You’ll be better when you eat this though,” Erica, the one who handled the cooking that day, soon placed a serving of freshly baked cookies in front of me. Another one placed a non sweetened infusion next to the cookies. “Sugar isn’t exactly the best solution,” I giggled good-humoredly, even though my mouth watered at the sight. “It’s made with only the best ingredients,” Erica retorted, pouting ever so slightly. “The Alpha had them delivered, and we were told to be creative with them.”

The doorbell that chimed whenever somebody entered the shop made it's signature sound again and I ignored it, picking up a packet of brown sugar to rip it open and added it to my coffee. "Didn't you already put two?", Hearing Mr. Min's voice, I jump up in surprise before a smile causes my cheeks to hurt. He smiles back at me, pointing his finger between the two already empty packets of sugar lying on the table. "You shouldn't put in so much, it's like aiming for diabetes." "I don't do that always," I lie, rolling my eyes to emphasize the ridiculousness of his remark.

"Our greatest strength is that we have each other to rely on and where one lacks, the other covers for. Unlike him, who is a one man-what are you doing?" I lifted my eyes to him and blinked twice first before pulling the cookie out of my lips. "Why are you eating that way?" he asked curiously. "I don't know. I like doing it," I said. "The taste of the burnt edges is," I trailed off, looking for the right word to explain myself. "Oh," he looked at me with a strange look that I couldn't read. "This looks oddly familiar," I turned to Hunter as he stared at my cookies. "That was what they used to say too," his eyes were distant.

"Okay, Ruby, get me your strongest coffee. I don't want you putting any of that shit you call sweeteners, alright?" Ruby's eyes scanned the table, his expression a perfect blend of boredom and politeness. "Hmm, anything else from you folks?" Doris, her voice sweet as honey, spoke up. "I'd like a latte with lots of that shit you call sweetener. Okay?" Ethel's face contorted in disgust. "You'd die from diabetes." Doris shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And you from herpes." Agnes, her voice gentle as a summer breeze, turned to Ruby. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

“I read a lot of mythology as a kid that said that the one thing you’re not supposed to do when you enter another realm is to eat the food. That you’ll be stuck there forever if you do.” “Or,” he says, looking at me with eyes too wise for his six years, “maybe to get to the other side, you have to keep going deeper.” He picks up a cookie and holds it out to me. “Peanut butter chocolate chip,” he says, smiling at me. “Your favorite.” Damn it. He’s right. I snatch the cookie out of his hand, giving him a little bitter smile. “Fine, you win,” I say, quickly snatching a bite from it. “Excelsior, baby.”

The waitress teased. “Yes. And her face too.” He said, pointing at me. I chucked. She gave me a once-over before finalizing our orders and left. I was cutting a piece of Ivan’s toast in half when he said, very casually, “Grandma says too much sugar makes kids bouncy.” Crest stiffened, barely, but I felt it. Ethan nodded solemnly. “Grandma says bouncy kids are a lot of work for grown-ups.” “Your grandma’s right,” I said for lack of a better response. “Which grandma though? Daddy’s or Mommy’s?”

Chapter eight. West “These are so good, Guilia.” I closed my eyes, as I savored the taste of the cookies. And I wasn't even bluffing. She made the best of the best cookies. I leaned on the island, taking a sip of my coffee. “You are sure you don't want sugar in your coffee, sweetheart?” She asked, coming over with an enclosed glass of sugar. “No Guilia, I love it like this.” I chuckled, and continued munching away.