Healer Cookies Novels & Stories

“But only if you agree to make the cookies with us! And don’t fight with Eden! Oh, and don’t let any ants get anything!” “Something tells me this is going to be difficult...” I muttered, making Connor roll his eyes. "Alright, Little Chef. Get on the floor and guide us. I promise I'll be a good helper to both of you." Connor lifted him off his shoulders. "Read what's on the list and Dr. Eden will tell you what can be used to make cookies... But if there's no peanut butter in there, we should add it." he said, earning a confused look from Theo "Trust me, you'll thank me later..."

“I was thinking something a little bigger than that, but sure, I can make you cookies, too.” “What kind of bigger?” I ask, not really expecting an answer. “Well, I was thinking if you want… I could heal you… deeper.” She sounds hesitant to say it out loud. “Your back. I sensed it when I healed you and Codi. It’s an old injury, but I needed to focus on Codi, so I left it alone.”

“I am going to put the bag back down. Everyone take one. Coral, there is a lavender cookie in the back as well. Eat that after you take the antidote.” “Why a lavender cookie?” I asked when it was my turn to get the items from the bag. I ate the cookie, not waiting for the answer, after taking the antidote. As soon as I drank it, I had to close my eyes as the warm sensation ran through me again. It was stronger than the sensation I had when I took the elixir, and I wondered if it had to do with the cookie I ate. When the sensation stopped, I turned around. “Thank Goddess I can see you guys!” I yelled out, running over to Harley and embracing her. There had been too many times in the last year

In fact, she felt much better than she was previously. Thus, the moment the elderly were feeling energetic, she could not remain idle and would cause a fuss about wanting to return home to cook something for her grandson. Helpless to argue against her own mother, Heather had no choice but to bring her home. He helped Deanna prepare the ingredients needed to bake cookies… White sugar, milk, butter, low-gluten flour, etc. After that, when Heather tried to reach out her claws at the ingredients, Denna immediately smacked them away.

It was nice, since they couldn't afford to eat that well on their own. He'd also said that he'd help his grandma make these special cookies called ma'amoul which were stuffed with date puree. Scott made sure to get every bit of information he could on those, and passed them along to his dad. More cookies at Christmas was never a bad thing, and Scott was hoping it would be a nice surprise. He was looking forward to those, too.

She looked peaceful here, like her world hadn't been broken in half just weeks ago. Cameron came padding in, still in his socks, with a half-smirk on his face and a packet of cookies in his hand. "Is this where the sad moms hang out now?" he asked, hopping onto one of the stools. I lifted a brow. "You're the one with cookies at midnight. I should be asking you that." "These are comfort cookies," he said, opening the wrapper with exaggerated care. "Strictly medicinal."

"We... we don't need cookies." Aiden shrugged, pulling his hands back. "More for me then." Kael burst out laughing. "I swear this child could negotiate peace treaties." Morwen nodded in agreement. "He probably could." The First Guardian lowered its enormous head, watching the scene unfold with ancient wisdom. "The Child of Dawn possesses the gift Elyria once carried." Seraphina frowned. "Healing?" The Guardian nodded. "Not healing wounds. Healing hearts." Aiden grinned proudly, shoving a crushed cookie into his mouth. "I'm basically a doctor."

I trailled, pressing my lips together to reduce the pain. Cookie immediately inched closer, and gently held my shoulders. “Drink what I gave you, and you'll be fine. My mom, and I are the best healers you would ever know.” She smiled brightly. Her smile was enough to convince me, and without a second thought, I gulped down the really bitter liquid. My facial expression immediately changed, and I noticed Cookie turned pale with her eyes widened. “Did you just drink the whole content in the glass?” Cookie question, making me stare blankly at the glass before gazing at her again.

Cole and I stopped and turned in his direction. He stopped running, bending forward and placing his hands on his knees, resting and catching his breath. “Wait,” he raised his one hand, still panting. He lifted his head and smiled at me. “Xian tried this new cookie recipe. Please try it,” he offered, giving me a small container filled with different sizes of cookies. “Don’t taste it if you want to live long, Brielle.” Cole laughed at him, shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him. Xian bakes great cookies.”

she shoved her hands into mittens and opened the oven, drawing out a tray of still-steaming cookies. I salivated instantly. I knew a good cookie when I saw one, and Nurse Kerri’s were cooked perfectly, and they smelled just the same. She busied herself in removing them from the baking tray and placed them on a plate before Declan and me. I dug in, munching down two in just a second, and I was right. These cookies were an ice breaker, just like Nurse Kerri’s house and looks. She giggled and poured orange juice into a glass, sliding it to me.