Evil Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

Vanilla grinned. "Oh my God. I thought you knew," she said shyly. "I like it too, our whole family likes it," Nick said earnestly. "Thank you," Vanilla said, the girl bit her lower lip. Damn! Nick cursed the way Vanilla bit her lower lip. The girl was very beautiful, adorable, and sensual. He wanted to drag Vanilla into his arms and kiss her until she was weak. Last night because he was with Vanilla for too long he became very excited and could no longer think clearly, he called one of the women to fulfill his desires while fantasizing about imagining Vanilla under his control. Nick cleared his throat.

He’d hate it. “Hii! Some cookies to go with them…” Nose covered in white flour, Ian presented a tray of bad-looking treats. They didn’t taste bad, she knew. But they looked ugly enough to refuse first. Noah was aware Vanessa hadn’t moved an inch. She expected him to refuse the cookies, so he scooped up five instead. “Are they vanilla? I had you pegged for a chocolate kid.” Noah’s voice came out muffled by the way he was chewing two of them.

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

I ask when she wouldn’t stop touching him. Cora, I think, is the name of the baker, she gives a hearty laugh. “Vanilla bean and Hazelnut praline.” she corrects, teaching me the differences between the flavors, but I’m just satisfied that her attention is moved from Izzy. He’s still grumpy from letting him sleep in. He didn’t like when I told him, “I was wondering when this side of you would show up.” It was a better cover than telling him that I watched him sleep and lost track of time.

Almost sunrise, and I was running for my life. I’m not going to make it. That was what ran through my head, every single step I took toward the location of the Everglades house. How had I been so ignorant to see it? A viper in my own mansion. A poison which had been infecting my coven from the inside. Vince had been the one who’d called in eighty percent of the mated killings. He’d been the one to hand me the folder on the where abouts of the killer, telling me it was from a reputable source.|

We used all the napkins at our table with how messy Violet was getting ketchup all over her face. Then if that wasn’t enough before we left, Hibiki got the four of us all milkshakes for the road. Though Violet didn’t get one of her own, she just begged sips for each of ours. I took chocolate, Ivy went with strawberry, and Hibiki picked vanilla. So Violet got to have a taste of all three. She was on a sugar high for the next two hours of the drive before she conked out in the backseat with her mother.

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.

That was suspicious. Aveillie never gave up on toys easily. Never. But she was already pointing. “Vanilla. Please.” I studied her for a second, then shrugged. “Fine.” I left the cart by the freezer and reached in, fingers numb from the cold as I grabbed the vanilla tub. It took less than ten seconds. When I turned back, the cart was empty. My heart dropped. “Aveillie?” I called softly. Nothing. I spun around. Panic climbed fast, sharp and ugly.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

“You smell like rain…you know that moment before it starts? Exactly like that. And like the woods close to where I grew up. In summer, it smelled…like the earth. Like-like…fresh soil and green trees. I can’t explain it. And just a little hint of vanilla.” “Vanilla, huh? That’s specific,” I say with a smile. “Do you have a special fondness for it?” “Every Christmas, my younger siblings and I…we’d bake these vanilla cookies.” Her eyes fill with tears, and she starts biting into her lower lip so hard that she draws blood. Quickly, without thinking about it, I lean over, grip her chin and pull her lip out from between her teeth. I didn’t want to see her cry or hurt herself. “I’m sorry,” I say, s