Herb Cookie X Sparkling Cookie Novels & Stories

My cookie, adorned with a somewhat lopsided heart, hadn't turned out as I'd hoped. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad," I muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. Amy, still chuckling, offered a playful verdict. "You know what? You can eat this cookie. I'm sorry, Raven, but I don't think we can save it at this point." I frowned at my culinary mishap but complied, taking a bite of the cookie in question. The moment it touched my taste buds, my frown disappeared. These cookies were nothing short of a culinary masterpiece, balancing crunchiness, softness, and a symphony of flavors.

Nathan: “The cookies contained Vitamin C, Cinnamon, Dong Quai, and Parsley. These are among the top methods that women use to trigger a miscarriage.” Crystal: “How can that be? The package was sealed when I bought it!” Nathan: “Are you saying that you didn’t try to kill the baby? If you say you didn’t, then I will believe you. If you did, though, I want you to tell me.” Crystal: “I don’t know anything about this. There could be another explanation. These could be naturally occurring ingredients, or it couldn’t have been something she ate earlier in the day.” “I tested the cookies,” Vic interrupted.

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

She is a take-action woman. When I finally returned to the pack house, Lila and Ezra were baking cookies. There were already a few dozen and they smelled amazing. She told me they were making many flavors so that there would be something for everyone. I couldn't help myself. I started sampling the cookies. Lila is beautiful and when she gets frustrated I notice her breathing quickens just a little bit, but she remains otherwise calm.

Jenny told her and Erica nodded thoughtfully. “Next to Sparkle is Whisker, he is in charge of the sweet treats. Unlike Sparkle, he likes to use a magical whisk” Jenny said and Erica watched as he whipped up fluffy clouds of whipped cream and spun sugar into intricate designs. His creations seemed to dance on the plate, enticing all who beheld them.

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.

She said, "Ooooh, of course, we've got Chocoflan, Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, Caramel Chocolate Chip Cookie Tart, Chocolate-Peanut Butter Cheesecake and Triple-Chocolate Trifle." She said Ember could tell that they were all good. "Well…can I have them all?" She asked. "Yes of course. Please have a seat while I get them for you." The woman said. Ember nodded her head and she went and sat down on one of the chairs.

When she arrives twenty minutes later, she bursts in like a whirlwind, arms loaded with brown bags, her blonde ponytail bouncing. “Lisa Emerson,” she declares dramatically. “Prepare yourself. I’ve brought magic.” I arch a brow as I haul myself to my feet with the grace of a walrus. “If you mean cookies, you’re my favorite person alive.” “Labor cookies,” she corrects, holding up a container like it’s an ancient artifact. “My cousin swore by these. Went into labor three hours after eating two.” I eye them warily. “They look like regular cookies.” “They’re special.”

He continued, "I only gave Starlight Group to Rebecca so she can have a little fun with it. I didn't give you anything for so many years because everything will belong to you eventually." Chuck positioned himself on a pedestal above me, and it made me laugh self-deprecatingly. From his perspective, he had given me everything that I owned, so he also had the right to take them back whenever he pleased. I interrupted impatiently, asking, "Is there something else that you need?" Chuck's tone turned serious as if he had noticed my icy demeanor. "I booked a reservation for us at Garden in the Sky tomorrow night. Didn't you mention wanting to dine there again? I even cancelled my meeting tomorrow

I chuckled softly, almost to myself. Demetria’s eyes softened. “Guess I did something right then.” “More than right,” I murmured, taking a bite. The taste was perfect, crisp edges, soft center, just the right sweetness. I couldn’t stop the small hum that escaped my throat. “Damn, Wildfire. You’ve just ruined every other cookie for me.” She laughed. “It’s literally cinnamon and butter, Marion.” “Yeah,” I said, picking up another and breaking off a piece. “Heavenly cinnamon and butter.”