Gingerbrave X Strawberry Cookie Novels & Stories

Chocolate says with an eye roll "The cookies will make sure you behave and Cream's tight grip will put you on his laps and be the good girl that I hope you are, somewhere in your really beautiful heart and Strawberry is here to pound the shit out of you if you try coming at me" I grit my teeth "Glad to see you planned this quite well" "I might be a handsome bloke but I'm not totally stupid" He says with another eye roll. I hiss, then turn to Strawberry and try to keep a softer face, ignoring the fact I was so mad I could eat him "I know that deep down, some part of you wants to punch Coco more than me" He ignores me. I let out a loud groan, my eyes moving to Caramel who mutters a small apolo

It went down easily, and I didn’t feel different. “Do you like it?” Alpha Nick seemed to know the answer already before I gave him one. “It is delicious. What is it?” I pulled the glass from my mouth and looked at the dark liquid. “Slow gin mixed with artificial strawberry sweetener.” I paused when he said strawberries. “So, there aren’t any real strawberries?” “No. It only tastes like it. Why?” He frowned. “She is allergic.” Axel responded, and my eyes widened in surprise at what he knew.

Charlotte quickly raised her body, then took a bowl containing cookies. "Hmm, looks like I have to reheat it to make it more delicious." "No need, because in any condition cookies Gabriel's Still taste good." Charlotte smiled sweetly while enjoying it devouring. “Cookies Gabriel's…the name is so unique!” cried Gabriel, chuckling. “Since you made it special for me, I named it after you. After all, these cookies taste very sweet because your love for me is sweet all this time.” "Later on Valentine's Day, I will make a hundred cookies and chocolate for you."

"These are oatmeal chocoochips and these are ginger cookies. Are you allergic to anything?" "Nothing."." Antony replied and took the chocoochips. "These are really good." Her praise was sincere. "I'll tell my mom. Want me to refill it?" she offered, looking at Antony's glass. Antony shook his head. "No, this is enough." He said. Claire nodded and sat back down. "So, you've started courting Flavia?" She asked as she took a cookie for herself. The man nodded. "Thanks to Abigail, she helped me make progress." Antony's praise was sincere.

Final chapter,its a little special. "Babe?".Brian called and pads into the kitchen."where's Jace?". Justin looks up from the kitchen counter,shrugging."don't know,he's probably still out,take a look at this ". Brian walk over to Justin,wrapping his arms around his waist and peeking over his shoulders.He chuckled when he saw the cookies,shapes like gingerbread man,Christmas trees and snow flakes ready to be decorate. "Wanna help me put frosting on them?".

“The teacher said it must be home made.” Mama was rolling out the dough on the rolling surface. “We made Vanilla cookies and strawberry cookies.” I licked my lips dramatically. “Yemmi,” I groaned. “I wish I was with you guys.” Angelo sighed, “Yeah.” “What’s wrong baby?” I asked. “Nothing, Mom,” Angelo said. “I just missed you.” “I missed you too, baby,” I smiled. “Do you want me to buy you things from here?” He didn’t hear me, busy arguing with aunt Merinda of what colour they should add to the strawberry cookie.

Tiffany was buried scrolling through the pages of different menu available when her tiny voice redeemed me. “Bianca, did you see the rice cakes, purple yam cakes and egg muffins? They are just the best, let's eat that !”. She declared happily with no worries "Hmm yeah and the braised shrimp and beef!”. I said softly and then checked through the cocktails pages. I saw the apple and mint with lime and a red blood strawberry and I struggled to choose between the two tasty cocktails when her voice came up as usual “I want the strawberry". She declared and I nodded saying me too.

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

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.