Eternal Sugar Cookie Quotes Novels & Stories

She jumped up as sge held the box of cookies and jelly beens in her hand . "You made the cookies ?" Wait did she know ? "Well ..ya ?" I said rubbing the back of my neck "How did you know ?" I asked . "I don't have diabetes Zander " she said taking another bite . Diabetes? FUCK !!!! "Did i add no sugar ? ...i am so sorry ..it was my first trial " she chuckled . "There are good ...not to bad ..not as bad as my first ones " she said . I walked to sit beside her.

"No matter how sweet it may taste, and the flawless perfection in its disguise, never hold your affection high and mighty— after all, WE creatures aren't always the same!" •••

Everything I said went through one ear and out the other. Just when my patience was about to snap, Charlotte came back in, the smell of baked sweet hitting me and I scowled, giving her an incredulous look. She’d left me alone with these ruffians for the last fifteen minutes so she could bake sweets? “Who wants a cookie?” Charlotte called in a sing-song voice and all the kid's eyes snapped to her, mouths watering now as they rushed over to get their own cookie. She held them high above her head, wagging a disapproving finger at them. “Ah-ah, only good little boys and girls get cookies. So tell me, Bethany, what’s nine plus nine?”

“Warm, fat, gooey, chocolate-stuffed cookies. The kind Alex’s diet rules wouldn’t allow within a mile of me. Let’s find some.” It didn’t take us long. A vendor was closing up near the old square when I convinced him with a smile and a few sweet words to stay open just a little longer. Moments later, Zelda and I sat on a bench with a bag of fresh cookies between us. I bit into one and nearly groaned. “This cookie,” I said through a mouthful, “I would marry this cookie.” She laughed. “Alex’s going to be jealous.” At his name, my smile faltered, but I forced myself to push it away. Not tonight. Tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight was mine.

he deadpanned. "Well... it's not that I don't believe you, but..." I paused, leaning forward slightly. "I mean, who doesn't like sweet things? That's like saying you hate breathing." "Your analogy between processed sugar and fundamental human survival is highly flawed," he replied, though the corner of his mouth twitched with the faintest hint of amusement. "How so?" "Generally speaking, sweet things are not 100% healthy." "And that is exactly why people eat them in moderation," I countered, throwing my shoulders back and giving him my most polished, confident look.

It hаd been thе longest afternoon оf my lіfе, аnd I wаѕ іn dire nееd of a ѕugаr fіx fаѕt. “Lеt’ѕ grab a caramel dоublе latte wіth еxtrа sprinkles оn the wау home. I’m sure you’re in need оf ѕоmе ѕugаr after bеіng аrоund those саttу bіtсhеѕ,” Elіjаh ѕаіd ѕооthіnglу. I nodded іn agreement.

I blurted out my words. "You know what they say...get them while it's hot!!" She took another shot and drink it down in seconds, while with her other hand she pushed my glass to my front. I groaned at her and face my death, and gulped it down in seconds. So, that's her wise words for me?... get them while it's hot? My mind was already blurry, but I'm sure that line had something to do with food. Oh, what the hell...I'm following her wisdom. My good old wise wild child dearest friend.

I know this won't be easy but I do need a break. "she will be a great queen ",I hear Lucian say eating a cookie. I sat up this bitch had cookies. "I know she will and her mates will be great kings. Where did you get those cookies?",I glare at him. He smirks. "from Evelyn she is awesome ",I jump up and snatch a few. "greedy ass. I love cookies",I'm a junk food junkie.

I’d rather buy already made cookies in the grocery store instead of roasting some inside the oven. “Flour, baking soda, chocolate chip…” He stuttered as he rummaged inside their pantry. “Where’s our sugar?” Sugar… where are you?” I pursed my mouth, holding my laugh. He looked for sugar like a lost dog. “Nana, where’s out sugar?” “We don’t have any sugar, dear.” Nana stood from the sofa, had a glimpse of us, and headed back to her room. She must be sleepy. Old people like to sleep.

she asks as if I would be against it. Any conversation that gets the attention off me is my favorite. "No, go right ahead," I say, taking my first bite of cookie and letting the warm chocolate melt in my mouth. I moan out loud, not only because I haven't had sugar like this in months, but because they were right. The cookies are to die for. If they are the last thing I eat before being shot I'll be okay with it. I mean, if the gunshot isn't fatal. Strictly flesh wounds only.