Eternal Sugar Cookie Quotes Novels & Stories

“Go back inside.” “Rude,” Sugar said cheerfully, sipping her soda. “I was just coming to see if you two wanted midnight snacks. But clearly, you’re busy smoldering.” She did exaggerated air quotes with her free hand. I clutched the robe tighter around myself, cheeks flaming, lips still tingling like they knew what almost happened. “We were not smoldering!” “Sweetheart, if that wasn’t smoldering, I don’t know what is.” Sugar grinned wickedly. “You could fry an egg with the tension out here.”

"So... I finally had my first rut," I tell Laurie on the phone as I eat one of my amazing cookies, they’re still too hot but I can't wait any longer, I need something sweet in my system immediately. Laurie tells me to tell him how it went, "I really don't know, I don't remember shit."

Charles’s voice was low and soothing. I chuckled, glancing at the recipe in front of us. “Chocolate chip cookies have to be on the list, but so are basic sugar cookies for the contest.” “What’s your favorite cookie?” I grinned. “My dad called it the Kitchen Sink.” “Full of more things than dough?” I nodded. He smiled, the corners of his lips quirking up in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. “I’m a fan of those myself, especially when the dough isn’t too sweet.”

I tried to remember every detail because I knew I would treasure this moment forever. "Come on, now, they’ve been through quite an ordeal. The only cure for that is sugar. In fact, missy, I suggest you sit down and enjoy some sugar with your children," my mother ordered. I laughed and took a seat next to Camilla. She offered me some of her torn-apart pieces of half-eaten cookies. I gingerly took them from her. "Thank you, sweetheart," I said, kissing her forehead. She giggled. "Gamma makes yummy cookies," she said. Cameron nodded in agreement.

It was like ice cream and yogurt mixed together but she was surprised it was sweet when it didn’t even contain sugar. Natural sweetness. Miles ate the cookies slowly. Enjoying the cookies well and keeping the memories because it may be the last time he would eat something so amazing. “These cookies are to die for.” Angela didn’t know how the words escaped her mouth. She sounded different. “I have never tasted anything better,” Miles said eating the last of his cookies and jumping on one of the beds. Miles groaned as he sank into the bed. “Angela, you need to feel this comfort,” Miles said holding his pillow and beginning to get sleepy.

Connor murmured, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. “My mom used to say that good things should be shared, and that’s what I do.” I shrugged, a little too shy that he’d used the same one he used when we were married “Besides, the only bad thing about sharing cookies is that every now and then, some giant ants might invade the kitchen and eat them all in one go.” I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe if they run out so quickly, it’s because you didn’t do enough.” He shrugged, but Theo seemed more focused on something else.

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."

Next to it, my heart swelled at the sight of a bouquet of vibrant red flowers and a box that promised sweet bites of memory. Those cookies! They were certainly baked with love and sprinkled with magic; my mother had a talent for making treats that could evoke warmth and courage from deep within me. I could almost hear her gentle voice, recounting stories of how each cookie was a little charm, a piece of her heart meant to carry me forward, no matter how challenging the waters. The nostalgia mixed with the bittersweet ache of their absence caused a tiny tear to slide down my cheek.

We stayed like that for a while, all of us together, safe in our kitchen while the adult werewolves dealt with prisoner interrogations and security investigations and all the complicated alpha stuff. Eventually we had to break apart because Grandma showed up with fresh cookies and very strong opinions about proper nutrition after traumatic events. "Cookies have sugar which provides immediate energy and comfort," she declared, setting down a huge plate. "Scientifically proven to help with stress. I read a study. Probably." "You didn't read a study," Mom said. "I could have read a study," Grandma defended. "The point is, these children need cookies and I'm providing cookies. It's excellent gra

"I love that you get me." "I get your weird obsession." "It makes sense if you know me." "You use them as a comfort." I frowned. "Well, yeah, but also, they're marshmallows." "I'm not following." "A basic food group." "They are not!" "Aw, did you even pass your senior year?" I patted her head. "Humans need sugar to survive, don't judge me for wanting to live." "Now who's crazy?" "Still the dancing chick." "Hey, Zane?"