Evil Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

Chloe busted into a fit of giggles and said bluntly, “President Clifford, we're lucky that this dough is beige in color. Otherwise, no one would want to eat a pile of chocolate-flavored poop-shaped cookies” Kelvin's expression froze as he stared down at his masterpiece and felt embarrassed. He impatiently there down the things in his hands and said, “You can do it yourself then”. “Someone's sulking” Chloe raised her brows and gave him a gloating look.“All right. it's not like we can't save it–I think there is still a way we can salvage this”. After that, she took a small cranberry from the bag full of cranberries and placed it on the poop shape cookie before using a toothpick to lengthen the

“Only if you keep stealing them before anyone else gets a chance!” “Guilty as charged,” I admit, stealing a cookie off the plate and taking a bite. It’s soft and sweet, with just the right amount of frosting. “Mmm, so worth it!” As I savor the moment, a flutter of wings draws my attention. Evangeline flits by, her shimmering presence impossible to ignore. She carries a tray piled high with chocolate desserts, her smile radiant. “Who wants some chocolate mousse?” she calls out, her voice melodic, like a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. “It is werewolf and allergy safe.”

“Ooouuu! What's for dessert?” “Cookie dough ice cream. I made it myself “ Julian declared proudly. Adele clapped her hands excitedly. She remembered mentioning how cookie dough held a special significance to her. Her heart melted as the cold, milky aroma of the ice cream wafted into her nostrils. Julian’s cookie dough ice cream was smooth, creamy, and rich with vanilla ribboned with dark chocolate swirls and packed with buttery, chewy chunks of cookie dough that melted on Adele’s tongue like a sweet secret.

It was embarrassing how much I craved him. The drive home was a blur of impatient red lights and me humming under my breath just to keep from losing my mind. The second I got through my door, I stripped and went straight for the shower. Vanilla. That’s my thing. I layered it until it clung to my skin like a secret—vanilla body wash, vanilla lotion, a hint of something citrusy from that new vitamin C scrub I bought. It smelled like heaven, like me, like the kind of trouble I knew Damien loved.

I rubbed my moisturized lips together. " Vanilla almond milk? " " It wouldn't be me if I didn't get some extra vanilla almond milk " I grabbed Delilah who was laughing and set her on my hip. " Let's go " He hopped up excitedly as we made our way to the cookies in the kitchen.

“Oh, well in that case, I guess you’re right.” “Of course I’m right,” I said, licking a pink drop off the spoon. “So? What’s your favorite flavor, since you’re clearly an expert?” “Vanilla,” he said without hesitation. My jaw nearly dropped to the table. I blinked at him. “Vanilla? Out of all the flavors in the world, you picked the edible equivalent of plain bread?” He just grinned. “Classic. Reliable. Doesn’t taste like cough syrup.” I gasped again, clutching the tub to my chest like it was a wounded pet. “You’re beyond saving.”

Demetrius sighed looking down, but I saw him grin slyly. "Okay, Okay I'll help" I gave up and helped him clean up his mess of cookie dough. Taking off my shoes, I washed my hands and Ben's hands. I preheated the oven to 350° degrees, and I started on the cookie dough. After I creamed the butter, white sugar and brown sugar. I beat in the eggs and then add the vanilla for that rich flavour and smell. I then add the dry ingredients, and lastly some chocolate. Demetrius stood behind Bentley as he helped him mix the dough, which Ben ended up eating.

“I just have to walk within smelling distance of a pastry, and I put on a kilo. It is so not fair.” “I like the kilos, more to grip whilst I f-k you,” Raven leered, selecting the vanilla slice, and dividing it in half. He transferred half onto the plate next to the apricot Danish, and half the apricot Danish onto his plate before taking up a forkful of custard. “Can I tempt you, Temptation?” He offered the fork to her.

Lucas groaned dramatically. “I think I’m getting drunk on sugar,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Do we still have one more?” “Vanilla bean,” I said, spooning up a bite. My eyes widened. “Oh my God. This one.” Lucas tried it, then pointed at it like it owed him money. “We have a winner.” I giggled. “You’re so picky.” “I’m selective,” he corrected, mock offended. “There’s a difference.”

Vanilla. Turning to face Elijah she takes out the tub of ice cream and shows him. "We only have vanilla, sadly cookies and cream are finished. I'll have to go get more tomorrow." She explains before closing the door to the freezer. "It's alright, vanilla won't do any harm." He states, pushing himself off the wall and approached her. Josephine tugs her bottom lip with her teeth as her index finger continuously pats the cold tub of ice cream in her hands. "Soo..." she trailed off. Elijah threads a hand through his fluffy dark hair and Josephine's shoulders tense. She was dying to ask her that one simple question. Will you be sleeping over this weekend?