Herb And Sparkling Cookie R34 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 3 Rebecca couldn't tell whether it was the morning sun that woke her up, or the aroma of something delicious downstairs. Her eyes still closed and she stayed in bed, she smiled. She knew it was her brother creating the edible magic that heightened her senses with warmth and excitement. She sighed and sat up on her bed. She covered her eyes from the morning as she stood up to close the blinds. She then took a long stretch and an involuntary yawn followed immediately. She couldn't even tell whether she felt refreshed or if she was more tired than she was last night.

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”

Soon after, word of mouth spread among the ladies of Beerspa City that Herbavita's various products were extremely effective. Although the price was high, especially their flagship product, Herbavita Repair Cream, which only came in a box the size of a circle between your thumb and index finger, it was sold for A box of 4 gold coins. It is expensive, but the effect is remarkable.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

Hendrick shakes his head, closing his hands into fists, “No, not you. I smell Artemisia absinthium.” Leaning in, he sniffs at the liquid again, my small brain cells running around hastily to free the books filled with my Latin knowledge from the dust. “Erm…” I stand there lost while I can observe Lisa going paler and paler. “I also smell rue and salvia. It’s quite the herbal mixture, seeing that Missy likes it sweet and fruity, isn’t it?” Hendrick tilts his head at Lisa, and she gulps visibly. “I- I did put in a bit of sweet,” she suddenly admits having prepared it, maybe because Hendrick’s hypnotic powers are taking their toll on her.

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

she said, reaching for a small bottle on the countertop. Jaden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Secret ingredient? What could that be?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Rita smiled mysteriously as she unscrewed the bottle cap, revealing a tiny vial filled with a golden liquid. "It's love," she said, her voice soft and filled with affection. "The secret ingredient that makes every dish taste even better." Jaden's heart swelled with warmth as he watched Rita carefully pour a few drops of the golden elixir into the batter. The aroma intensified, filling the room with an enchanting fragrance.

She asked, her voice raspy from sleep and lack of water, “Where am I?” I quickly got up and offered her water from a starter cup for her to sip from. “You're in the clinic.” “Why? What happened?” She asked, a puzzled look on her face. “What's the last thing you remember?”I asked. “Oh, um. Yeah! I was eating those cookies that arrived from my secret admirer.” Then she paused, “Did the cookies do something to me?” “Yes.” I nodded. “What? How?” “They had aconite in them.”

She was selling Spiced Root Cakes—round, golden-brown discs fried until crispy, dusted with chili powder and salt, and wrapped in leaves. Next to her was another stall selling Honeyed Fruit Skewers—glistening berries and chunks of sweet melon dipped in clear, golden honey that sparkled like amber in the sun. Aurelia’s mouth watered instantly. Her cravings flared up so strongly she could barely think of anything else. "Lucien," she whined, leaning towards him, her voice dropping to that sweet, irresistible tone she knew he could never resist. "I want that. I want the spicy cakes and the honey fruits. Please."

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