Healer Cookies Novels & Stories

Sally was already thinking of a better way to console her friend, but surprisingly, Martha didn't call her to cry or whine on her shoulders. "I think...I might know of a solution for my brother" Martha said, looking around to be sure no one was closeby. Sally's eyes gushed with both curiosity and confusion. "Okay. What is it?" She asked and Martha took another beady look around. "Last night", she began. "I was going through some history books and noticed there were a set of people called Healers". "Healers?" Sally repeated. "Yes. They are people with special healing abilities and able to cure even the rarest sickness on earth".

"Please, Emma. Please don't leave me. I'll do anything, be anything you want me to be." He was trying to rekindle even a trace of love for him, but it was like trying to resurrect the dead. I sighed and placed the mate bond severance agreement beside his hand on the hospital bed. "Sign it."

It was a winter afternoon, with light snow drifting through the air. I'd founded Cosmic Haven, a welfare center that provided psychological support and art education to disabled children. The center was currently having a small exhibition, and the walls were covered with the children's creative artworks. Some of the children had lost arms, while some were in wheelchairs. Yet every face was filled with genuine joy. I was crouched down, adjusting the hat of a young boy with a prosthetic limb. That was when a commotion broke out at the entrance. I turned to look and saw a woman in a worn-out coat being held back by security.

Peirce scoffed, then his Grandma walked up to the table, dropped a plate of cookies near Sniffia, Peirce looked at her in amazement. “It’s from the youth leader, he said this one is one of the sweetest recipe he made and try eating it with the food on the table. He called them cookies,” Peirce Grandma said with a smile, Sniffia looked at the cookies then at Grandma, “Cookies? But Mama, how did he know, we are eating?” Sniffia asked, facing the closed door behind her, “He is outside,” Grandma said, immediately Peirce and Sniffia stood up looked through the window, saw Node smiling and waving at them.

I don’t like that this used to be Monica’s, but I like seeing how much Adrian takes care of his daughter. I helped Hailey wash her hands and face, then change out of her play clothes and into fresh clean ones. “Can we get cookies first so we can share them with Aunt Britt?” “That’s a great idea! What kind do you think Aunt Britt would like?” “Um,” she taps on her chin like she is deep in thought, “probably the butterfly ones.” She is talking about sugar cookies shaped and decorated like Monarch butterflies. They were Hailey’s favorite a few days ago.

“I’ve seen enough in my time not to fear what’s different. And healing_ is the same, no matter who it’s for.” Nyx feels a wave of relief, almost overwhelmed by the healer’s calm acceptance. “Thank you.” “Hold your thanks,” the healer says, already mixing herbs. “Healing isn’t cheap on my bones. Jonah, fetch me some water and bring my kit.” Jonah nods eagerly, dashing off to gather supplies. Nyx watches the healer apply paste to Lorenzo’s wounds, her hands glowing faintly with an unspoken energy. “What_ what kind of magic is this?” Nyx asks.

I told her with a grin as I placed the plate and much on her desk. "Did you just make these?" she marvelled as she leaned down to smell the freshly baked cinnamon cookies. "Yep. Enjoy and I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled at her before leaving the office and down the hall towards the exit of the elementary division. "Ah! Guardian Wilson." I smiled sweetly at him as I approached the small gate. "You're Valentine right?" he smiled back at me as he saw me walk over. "I thought that you could probably do with something nice to keep you going until the end of your shift so I hope you like these. The cookies are cinnamon and inside the flask is hot chocolate with a hint of coffee."

Damien looked in front of him at his desk and the laptop, then back at his Luna. An important document was waiting for his attention on the laptop, but he smiled at her, "Okay, what would Mrs. Hunter like to eat?" He asked, kissing her knuckles. "Choco chip cookies made exclusively by the best baker in the world Alpha Damien." His eyes widened in surprise while Aura laughed at the expression.

I don’t even know what he sees in me or what he finds gorgeous about me, but I’m glad I don’t disgust him at least. “That’s great! Cronos will love to chase her.” He says, “So tell me Rebel, aside from being an excellent cook, what else do you like to do?” he asks me, and follows it up with, “these cookies are excellent. I taste a little something different in them too.”

When I explained that to the kitchen servants, they kept insisting that they make it for me. “Honestly, I want to make them myself,” I keep saying to them. “It’s more personal if I do it.” “But why Luna Queen?” The head chef asked. “This is what we are here for.” “Because these cookies are meant to be a gift,” I told them with a kind smile. “A gift for someone special.” “A gift?” One of the other servants asks, raising their brows like that was the craziest thing they’ve ever heard. “A gift for who?”