Fortune Cookie Sayings Printable Novels & Stories

Same with Solomon, who elongated his voice when he said, “Destiny has a sense of humor, and it is called serendipity.” Charlotte liked the school. She said it was beautiful. Summer was relieved after hearing this. At least, she had a good first impression of the school. There were stalls selling cotton candy on the streets. Charlotte looked at the cotton candy, licking her lips like a gluttonous cat, and shook Summer’s hand. “Mommy, I want that cotton candy. Would you buy that for me?” “I have no money.” She looked at the cavities in Charlotte’s mouth. “Then I will ask Daddy for it.” She creased her nose.

They swirled in pastel pinks and blues, resembling cotton candy floating lazily through the air. The ground crunched beneath their feet with Skittles, M&Ms, and candied peanuts. As if the sky rained sugar. "I vote we camp here," Falcon declared, plopping down in a nest of chocolate truffles growing from a bush. "No," Theo snapped, knocking a bag of jellybeans from Falcon's hand. "Stop eating this junk." "Don't touch my snacks!" Falcon snarled, his eyes glowing as he slashed out with his claws, catching Theo's cheek.

"May I please have a cookie, Mom? With sprinkles?" "Much better." I grabbed the tongs. "One cookie coming up." "Can I have milk too?" "What do we say?" "Please?"

“I love peanuts.” “If you do get paid in kind,” Lor says, “instead of peanuts or brownie points, you’ll get hamburger points.” “Maybe you’ll get a lifetime supply of hamburgers,” Francine says encouragingly. “It’s all cool,” Nate says. “I’ll even throw in a free jingle a la Ava Max.” Nate clears his throat and then sings: “I’m all out of steak. But I’m not gonna cry. Countryside’ll give me what I want. ’Cause I feel way too hungry tonight.”

“I propose a toast: To Hope and her magic! May she be the recipient of as much happiness as she gives to others! And that I may someday learn exactly what she puts in her cookies that makes them SO GOOD!” “Thank you for the first. As for the second, that’s never going to happen, friend.” “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“Oh yes! I think Chinese may be my favorite food ever.” The waitress brought their bill, sliced oranges, and fortune cookies. “Are those fortune cookies? How fun!” She reached for one, opened the plastic wrapper, and cracked open the dry cookie. She pulled out the paper with reverence and read the small print. “Your mysterious past has collided with an exciting future.” She frowned over the message. “Well, that doesn’t tell me anything.”

She laughed and took a seat, kicking her shoes off. “Now where is that little chipmunk?” I asked peeping into the wardrobe. Charlotte giggled and covered her eyes. “Come on out sweetheart... we're going to miss the flight,” I said. She threw her teddy bear in my face. “C is for caring, thoughtful, and kind” I began to sing. “H is for helpful a treasure to find A is for adventurous, full of fun R is for reliable, much loved one” She started to crawl out, clapping.

“I didn’t think of that. Won’t chocolates send the same message?” “Maybe. Chocolates and wine and…cookies?” “Cookies?” Jack asked with a laugh. “Hey, don’t knock cookies. Especially those giant ones that have heaps of M&Ms in them. Maybe you could get one that says ‘I’m sorry’ spelled out in chocolate chips. Or donuts.” “Donuts?” “Yeah, don’t they have donut delivery services where you are?” This was the closest they’d ever come to revealing just where in the world they lived.

Chinese takeout, a box of pizza, spring rolls, and a whole ass bucket of chicken. There was also a bottle of wine sitting between us—a bottle we definitely had not planned to finish but had. I sat cross-legged with my socks half slipping off while Jason leaned against the couch, one knee bent, looking far too comfortable for someone who had spent the last ten minutes arguing that fortune cookies counted as dessert. “They literally come after dinner,” he said, waving his fork like he was making a serious legal point. “That makes them dessert.” I laughed, shaking my head. “No, Jason. They’re tiny pieces of paper disguised as cookies.”

I asked, eyeing it suspiciously. “Open it.” I peek inside and my jaw actually drops. It’s full of candy. Not just any candy, my favorite candy. Sour gummy worms, chocolate-covered pretzels, those weird strawberry things I can never remember the name of but always buy anyway, and even those little caramel squares that stick to your teeth. Knox pulls out two pieces and slides them across the table. “For every question you get right, you get a reward.” My entire mood does a complete one-eighty. I sit up straighter and grab the candy like it’s made of gold. “Are you serious right now?”