Healer Cookies Novels & Stories

Parang kiti-kiti siya na kanina pang pabiling-biling sa higaan sa tuwing makikita niya ang garapon ng cookies na ibinigay nito sa kanya. Ayon dito, ito mismo ang nag-bake noon para sa kanya nang malamang paborito niya ang cranberry and white chocolate cookies ng Cafè mi Amore. Talagang nag-effort pa itong aralin yun para lang sa kanya... 'That's the sweetest thing!' Usually, guys will just give her expensive gifts, but him? 'Oh my gosh, I'm lost in this game, but I don't care!'

Devika Ysarine Dela Torre: Hey! Malapit na ang bday ng kaibigan ko. Wanna join our celebration? Btw, siya iyong hinatid mo dito noong nakaraang linggo. I immediately accepted her invitation. Nalaman ko na lang din na invited pala si Owen. Dala ko ang isang box ng French macarons, hindi ko alam ang dadalhin kaya iyon na lang. Luckily, nagustuhan niya naman. I pity her, patuloy niya pa ring minamahal ang maling tao. I stayed with her, I even cooked for her, isang bagay na hindi ko aakalaing gawin.

He asked amusedly while sliding a tray full of cookies towards Piper. "Thank you chef Marco." Piper said, retrieving the tray from him, the cookies were still so warm." Hazel took the jar of milk and cups, and an empty small bowl with a cover, it had a beautiful royal blue colour which attracted Piper's eyes. "What are those for?" Piper asked curiously. "What?" " The small bowl?" "Ohh, I want to put cookies... For someone." "And who's that?" "Your Caden," Hazel said, expecting the outburst from Piper.

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

"These wounds are deep, and I'd rather not have to stitch you up twice." He looked at the wolfsbane, then back at me, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk despite his condition. When he spoke, his voice was rough gravel. "A human healer who knows about wolfsbane. How... interesting." "A werewolf who got his ass handed to him. Equally interesting." The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Stupid, stupid Belle. Anttagonizing the apex predator on your table. But instead of ripping my throat out, he actually chuckled, then immediately winced. "Careful, little healer. Not many would dare speak to me that way."

His voice, though quiet, was razor-sharp, laced with the kind of danger that made even his most trusted followers hesitate. Dorian stood a little straighter, though the unease in his gaze was clear. "The nurse we sent—our spy—has reported back. She discovered a werewolf in the region with healing abilities. A healer wolf." For a moment, the silence in the room was suffocating. Valen stared at Dorian, his face unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable. Slowly, Valen leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he considered the information.

The old woman was very distressed and could not help but vent her frustration. "Trevor, I know you are in pain and you are going through a lot, but you should at least take care of your health. You said you wanted to heal your heart and get back to your partner, how are you going to do that when you are like this? Look at the state you are in! Come, sit down quickly and drink this soup, it will give you some nourishment."

Marcus later told me that was the moment I was burned into his memory, becoming his eternal moonlight. Years later, when Alice fell gravely ill and was admitted to the pack's healing center, Marcus and I crossed paths again. He had become a composed and brilliant head healer, his wolf's natural instincts making him extraordinarily gifted at sensing illness and injury. Meanwhile, I was frantically grasping at every possible lifeline to keep my sister breathing. Without my knowledge, Marcus had been covering all of Alice's medical expenses and personally overseeing her treatment, his healing energy flowing into her night after night to pull her back from death's threshold.

Her gaze returned to the plate, and I could almost see her trying to understand why anyone would willingly ruin perfectly good roasted meat that way. Ms. Darkmoon didn't comment. She left the room and returned a few minutes later with a small pot of honey, placing it beside my plate before going back to her work. I poured some over the roasted meat and took a bite. I had expected the combination to taste strange. Instead, the sweetness was exactly what I had been craving, and I immediately reached for another piece. By the time I was halfway through the plate, one of the younger healers walked past the table. She glanced at my food, took another look, then stopped.