Healer Cookies Novels & Stories

If I went to bed earlier than him, he always found his way right beside me soon after, he never touched me the way I was dying for him to touch me. He would say ‘no’ and nothing else. I came back down to earth when someone ask to make an order. ‘’Oh, sorry. What would that be?’’ I smile. ‘’Four sour patch kids cookies and three mocha.’’ I nod, still surprised that the sour patch cookies would be such a hit. “Will that be all?” I ask. “Yes. I have been hearing about these cookies and want to trying that. I’m an influencer, so I was thinking that you could give them to me for free and I would give them a review for two hundred dollars.’’

Richard replied forcing a smile. "Well, the profit will be share 50:50, so I want to hear feedback from your wife Ciara if she's ready or not?" Alexander said. "Of course, I'm very ready," Ciara chipped in, causing Richard to glare at her. "Sir Alexander, we'll get back to you. Thanks for the offer," Richard calmly said.

He pulled out a small, silver vial—the very last of the 'Sequence 6' stabilizer he had developed for Leo. "Julian, no! That’s for Leo’s booster!" "Leo is healthy, Elara. His body is already producing the antibodies. But you... you just took enough voltage to stop a heart ten times your size." He uncapped the vial, his eyes locked onto mine. "This isn't just a stabilizer anymore. It’s a bridge. If I inject this now, while the 'Sequence 7' is still cooling in your marrow, it will bond the two. It will make the immunity permanent. You won't be a transmitter for Victor anymore... you’ll be the cure itself."

He asked while staring down at the packages cookies. I glanced at Derek and he nodded giving me the go ahead. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat and began talking. “What I am about to present to you today is a fusion of tradition and modernity. In the centuries past, werewolves never needed to worry about skin care or what they eat. We are known to consume heavily and digest it just as it comes. Same for our regenerative systems that helps our skin maintain its natural balance. However, with the evolution of our people into modern times, things have changed. We have become lazier with our hunting and indulged in sweet eatings that not only results in a bothersome decline in shifting

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.

"But this is what I'm used to, the happiness and glee. I've never felt these emotions before I accepted you." "Me either, Khai. But that isn't to say you don't deserve to feel this way." He hums in disagreement, I'm sure of it but he distracts me in the same instant. "Making cookies?" He asks. "For Tabby, I thought she might like them and they have health benefits too." "I'm sure she will, baby. Have you eaten breakfast?Want some toast?" "I'm waiting for the cookies," I tell him whilst putting the four trays in the oven.

Cyra could clearly see a certain kind of content in his eyes as he told her those things. “And as late night meals are bad for health, my maa came up with this special and healthy recipe of making cookies for me, and I used to eat them a lot in my childhood,” he uttered. “So eat. They will help with your appetite, without causing any harm to your health, and then you can fall asleep easily.” Cyra listened to him, before trailing her eyes down towards that box of cookies. “Eat…..” Cyra grabbed a cookie and then took a bite from it. It tasted extremely delicious. She took another bite, which widened his smile.

"They're just cookies." He shook his head as I handed him one, and he blindly grabbed it from me without tearing his eyes away from the additional chair at the dining room table. "That's not.." He started, but I cut him off, enjoying this far more than I thought I would. "You're right. They're not really cookies. The recipe called them teething biscuits. They are supposed to be really healthy and good for sore gums, but there is no reason that we can't eat them, too, and I figured I might as well practice making them now." I said, watching as he slowly brought the cookie to his lips and bit down on the firm yet chewy pastry.

We prefer the term healers because we use our powers to heal ailments and to bring peace in the pack upon the alphas order. Our kind only came about when witches and werewolves went to war. The wolves won of course, but one wolf saved a little girl and couldn't find it in him to kill her. He took her in as his own, with his son who was the same age. The two kids grew up to fall in love and create a new hybrid species that everyone now knows as the healers. Our looks can be used to deceive, lure men and women in to whatever. Looks make it easy to lure men in to mating and naming them addicted. That is why mating with a healer can be addictive for a non healer.

Hellen: “Really? That’s great! Thank you, Christine.” Christine laughed and said, “Don’t worry. My grandpa told me to take care of you, and the ingredients that I gave you - the Vitamin C, Cinnamon, Dong Quai, and Parsley - they were in such a low dose that your baby was never in any danger-and anybody suspected that you were the one that poisoned the cookies!” Hellen touched Christine’s arm and said, “You are such a good friend. But let’s never talk about that again. After all, loose lips sink ships. Am I right?”