Evil Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

"Trish, stop being upset. Try some of these cookies Vivian baked for you." I turned my head away. "I'm not eating them." Zeke handed me a cookie. "Come on. Just eat it, and we'll be good. Stop throwing a tantrum, and cut it out with the nonsense about your wedding." I immediately smelled the faintest hint of mango in the cookie and quickly tossed it aside. "This is mango-flavored. Are you trying to kill me?" Zeke's expression darkened. "Trish, what are you doing? Vivian made these cookies herself. We've checked, and there's no mango in it. Stop being paranoid!"

Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as she thought: "I don't know anything about it. I just sell the cakes, that's all. And I don't think the people on duty tonight can tell you anything, either. But if you want, I can serve you a scoop of vanilla ice cream with it. The artisan in the next village supplies it, and it's delicious. I hear he gets his vanilla from Tahiti," Bianca explained.

It was an action that only fed into the affectionate grunge to the pair and the room around them; a grime of all love-y and all sappy, all sexy and all rough. "Get off, I have a little more work I have to do," Genevieve's coy smirk only grew as she reached behind herself, pushing the lid of the laptop closed in the absence of her gaze, movements slow, eyes daring.

"Fuck, Bella." I nearly slip out of his hold as he pulla out of me. I could feel our juices run down my thighs. His thumb strokes along my right thigh and appears at my lips. I part them slightly and he pushes his thumb inside. I wrap my lips around it and suck it dry, moaning as I taste his familair juices intertwined with mine. We stand there for a minute. Both catching our breaths in each others arms. "Lets go home." He whispers. "Home." I agree.

This shouldn’t surprise me anymore, because I also dedicated mine solely to him. He tugged me to the table in the middle of the room, his free hands gliding along the brushes placed on the tabletop. “What do you want to use?” he spun me to face him, wounding his arms around my waist. “Charcoal,” I replied, my hands reaching for his shoulders, gliding along the rigid specs of his body. “Why?” he leaned, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, tickling me. “I like it simple,” I moaned when he nipped my earlobes, biting gently on my skin. “And dirty.” I giggled when he grabbed my ass, hoisting me up. “Evan, the session?...”

Three small cookies, pale and crumbly, dusted with sugar. She stared. Picked one up delicately, like a priceless artifact. Bit. And froze. The flavor hit her like a lullaby: butter and almond, a warmth that reminded her of things she didn’t remember having. Her hands trembled slightly. Lips parted. Her Aunt raised a brow. “Do you like it, darling?” Eva blinked. Very solemnly: “More.” The plate emptied. She reached instinctively for another. Her Mama’s hand covered hers gently. “Sweetheart, that’s enough for now. Too many will upset your stomach.”

Bringing my head back up from her core, I wiped my lips on the back of my hand. "Tastes like vanilla!" I said, licking the remaining drops on my lips. You have no idea of my late obsession with vanilla. Firstly, because vanilla is her favorite flavor and now it is mine too. And secondly, she literally tastes like vanilla. I gave her a sexy grin, tossing the bottle of whipped cream away, not before lathering her boobs in it. Trailing my lips from her stomach to her chest, I bit her nipple as I reached it. Her hands instantly found their way into my hair, clutching and tugging them in the process. Arching her back further, she shoved her boobs more in my face. I continued sucking and, without

I looked at what it took under the table. A small piece of paper, he immediately took it and climbed back up. He gave it to me. The paper is folded so it is too small. I opened it and read. Do not just trust anyone from Vlademort. Do not allow yourself to be tied to a man who is not really destined for you. Leave that kingdom before the full moon comes. The rabbit only knows where I am and he can also take you to the place where I am and where you fit. -Aurelia

“Thank you! It’s one of my latest creations. I call it the Imperial Champagne. A champagne-infused vanilla velvet cake with champagne mascarpone cream, strawberry compote, and vanilla bean buttercream.” I nearly melted into the chair. No one knew this, but I had a bit of a sweet tooth. “Ohh,” I breathed, closing my eyes for a second. “Talk dirty to me.” Nicolai burst out laughing. Not one of his quiet, controlled laughs either. A real one. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with open amusement, and somehow, that made my face warm faster than the champagne cake ever could. “Well…” he said, turning back to Chef Palstin, his tone laced with humor, “I believe we have a winner.”

I guess they ran out of their neat vodka shots earlier. Next are the cookies, and I can feel Kara tense with nerves, hoping everyone will like them. I try her red velvet and give her a wink. It’s chocolaty and gooey and who isn’t going to like it? Everyone selects a mixture of cookies and I try all of them. They are actually so good. Kara has a genuine gift for baking. I bop her with my hip and she lets out a relieved smile.