Evil Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

“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.

asked Jasmine who suddenly became nervous. Anya shook her head weakly, she took the cigarette that was in her mouth and threw it away. Anya shifted her seat so she could sit opposite Jasmine. "Listen, this guy called Steven, he is pretty crazy, he'll make you wear whatever he brings. His fetish is really weird, and if you don't give in, he'll throw a tantrum and maybe even beat you up." Jasmine froze upon hearing Anya's story. Is the world of the night that scary?

It even had the same vanilla recipe I had been aging for years. “Of course, like I said; you’re my favorite little baker. You and Ambrosia were a perfect match for each other, your scents and temperaments made to go hand in hand; sometimes just like butter and vanilla.” Everything started to fade a little, things around us becoming transparent around the edges. “It looks like our time is almost up.. Just do the best you can a kill that bastard for me when you get back? I hate having things go out of order, it gives me a headache.” She fanned herself then, taking another bite of a cookie.

“You like vanilla, right?” I scrunched my nose. “Who likes that when there's doggy, hardcore…” I trailed off, with widened eyes, when I realised he wasn't talking about sex positions. He raised a brow. “Hardcore?” “I like vanilla,” I muttered under my breath and grabbed the cup. I took a scoop and almost had a brain freeze. He smiled. “I like vanilla, but not that much. I prefer doggy. Who doesn't like a nice view of their lover's arse while pounding into them?”

Well, I can't blame him, he has a hot smoking body tho. ''Fine, go with vanilla.'' I shrug. ''Are you sure?'' ''Yes.'' ''Are you really really sure?'' ''Yes I am really really sure.'' ''Okay...'' He nods before asking again, ''Are you sure? Like really?'' My eyes widen in anger before standing up and take a spoonful of vanilla cake. I chew harshly, ''I am hundred percent sure, Alex.'' I say through gritted teeth. I can just bite off his neck right now because I'm utterly pissed!

she sighed. To cheer her up, I quickly grabbed a slice of vanilla cake from the display and offered it to her. “Here you go, sweetheart,” I said warmly. Her face lit up instantly. “Thank you so much, Coach Aria! I love it! Vanilla is my favorite!” Her delight made me smile widely. She's so sweet! But before I could fully enjoy the moment, a sharp, familiar voice cut through the sweet air of the bakery. “What the hell… Aria Scott!?”

Elena I threw the door to Annie and Hannah’s room open. I grinned at them. “I have a cookie for the one that irritates Osprey and Gerald the most.” Annie giggled and shoved Hanna. “That cookie is mine.” Hannah eyed me. “What kind of cookie?” Toya poked her head from around my back before hiding back behind me. “It’s caramel chocolate chip,” she whispered. Priscilla bounced into the room. “I want in but I don’t need the cookie. I’ll do it for free.”

" And one more thing, you smell awesome today. Vanilla.., my favorite flavor. I can't wait to taste it..." " You son of a bi*ch. " I murmured under my breath

“No-bake cookies!” She hurried forward and started to reach out, only to pause and eye me curiously. “Are these…?” I laughed and swept out a hand. “Help yourself.” “Oh wow, thank you. Oh! Mmm. These are really good.” She swiped at her chin when some chocolate-covered oats drizzled down. I brightened as I watched the two sisters devour them as if they were starving. “Thanks. I go a tad bit heavier on the vanilla and peanut butter, lighter on the milk.”