Herb Cookie X Sparkling Cookie Novels & Stories

Ruby threw a question when I poured another glass. "No. It's okay." Then I brought the glass with me, took a cookie, and walked in her direction. It was the empty seat next to her that I aimed for. "I should buy this. Your cookies are always delicious." I said after taking a bite of the cookies. It tasted similar to the one she sold in her store, but in an upgraded version. She put more chocolate chips and nuts. "You have to remember you're here not as a customer but as my friend. And these cookies are special only for friends. I don't sell them."

I grin picking up the food, throwing fluttering lashes of adoration at him with a grin. “I clearly do … I even bought you this.” Arrick pulls a bag from his jacket pocket, a flat, striped paper bag I don’t recognize and take it from him. Opening carefully, I realize it contains a wrapped cookie in rainbow colors with a sticker that reads. Magical Unicorn Cookie It’s a colorful, chocolate and candy stuffed cookie in supersize and looks like he brought it back with him from wherever they were today. My heart does a happy little skip and almost melts with the gooeyness of how incredibly cute he can be when I least expect it.

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

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.”

Gabe notices for the first time, the sweet aroma filling the kitchen and his stomach rumbles in anticipation. “We are perfect.” Liza answers him as he comes over to give her a side hug. He looks down at the array of confections spread before Liza and he grins. “What is with all of the delicious sweet treats?” “We had a craving.” Liza says with a casual shrug and Abby turn back from the oven with yet another pan of cookies, smiling at Liza's reply. “We made sugar cookies, some froted and some not, peanut butter cookies and chocolate chip.” Abby tells him.

Blair's P.O.V In the kitchen, Jane had indeed brought cookies; she might've gone a little overboard, though. There were so many different kinds—chocolate chip, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin, and something that simply smelled like heaven involving peanut butter. My favorite. She sat at the counter, chatting with the cook, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw me. "Hey, Blair. Is everything okay? You look..."

Fred was right, my match wasn't until the next couple of weeks, and it still wouldn't generate the amount of money that we needed. That asshole! He gets me into this mess! I pressed start and watch as the spinach and strawberry mixed together, then added a banana and the last cup of yogurt that I got from the fridge. I drink it all and put all the dishes in the sink for later. I was already too late for work. I took my helmet, and put on my jacket, and pick up my leather backpack from the couch. I was out the door, five minutes later.

But overall, there is something delicious about discovering that Weres like goldfish crackers, too— except theirs are shaped after the phases of the moon. The box says Lunar Bites, and I text Seraphine a picture. But are they peanut butter? is her response. I buy ingredients for a few of the dishes I enjoy cooking, more out of habit than hunger. A couple of people introduce themselves and shake my hand— nice, if unpleasant. I read the back of a bone-health supplement jar.

“You’re glowing. Like someone finally stopped surviving and started living.” Emerie looked at her reflection—healthier than she remembered, cheeks touched with warmth, eyes less haunted. “I’m not healed,” she said. “You’re healing,” Mira corrected. “That’s the part most people forget is allowed to look beautiful.” --- The Spark Festival marked the midpoint between summer’s bloom and autumn’s return. Thunder Paw filled with color—drapes of purple, silver lanterns, and tables lined with honeyed pears, roasted roots, and moonberry tarts.

Hailey sighed knowing there was no use arguing with Natalie. She really wanted to have some cookies though. She and Dawn had been craving it for a while now and they were even going to try new crazy stuff like eating the cookies with melted chocolate mixed with condensed milk. It was a crazy combination that would probably make them have stomach aches but they were willing to risk it.