Holly Berry Cookie Novels & Stories

“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.

“I was fulfilling a dare, actually. Sorry about your cookies, again. Just curious, but why were they in your pocket? Do you always hoard food? Lola’s grandmother is very kind, and I’m sure she would make you your own batch if you asked.” Holly’s innocent reply didn’t disappoint and had all of us breaking our silence, starting with Breyona, as we exploded in laughter.

The screen lighting up with the caller's name. "Holly."

"At least open some fortune cookies. Girl, you drank a whole bottle of crap dessert wine by yourself! Plus I want to see what the future holds for us. Any great words of wisdom from the almighty fortune cookie?" She laughed at my emphasis on calling her 'girl' like girl friends do. She wasn't upset with me over me being a wine snob. And Holly loved fortune cookies. I noticed she kept the ones she liked in a box on her desk. She had little quirky things in there, not that I snooped often but I did once and noticed the picture of her and her dad, an honor society pin, notes from her sister or mom or someone with girly handwriting, I didn't read them, and plenty of saved fortunes from fortune c

I could see him talking as Ruth paced back and forth . "What will you do after he pay's back ? " Suddenly my heart skipped a beat , who were they talking about ? Suddenly the mop I had kept leaning across a table fell down . " Who's there ?" Aaron yelled and gasp jumping back . I gulp walking behind the bar counter and biting my lip as Aaron slammed the door open . My head swiftly turned to him . I covered up my anxiety with a smile . " Um , It was me , I was cleaning " Aaron visibly relaxed looking at the fallen mop and the package in my hands , " Oh , This was mailed in the morning , I was bring it to you " He nodded , " Keep it on my desk "

“What really happened that day, Dad? The calm after you caught her. The way you changed. I found things. Notes. Receipts. Tell me the truth.” Mark’s eyes held that old calm, but for the first time a flicker of something darker crossed his face. “I protected our family. That’s all you need to know.” The Harringtons felt the ripple. Their son Connor found an old photo of me hidden behind a loose baseboard while playing. He brought it to his mother, who recognized the resemblance to Lily from the previous owner’s visit. Rachel called Lily again, voice trembling. “We need to talk. About your mother.”

While Maggie styled Holly’s hair she did her own make up, as Eve had forgotten to get her mother shoes to go with the dress she dug through her aunt’s closet to find a nice low rise pair of black strappy high heels like her aunt Maggie suggested. Patricia popped in to lend Holly some perfume, as she had left it behind in her locker at work and had not had the time to go back and get it. It was not what Holly was used to, she typically tended to use softer scents such as vanilla, but the gentle lavender that Patricia had loaned her was a nice change.

*Holly* I should have expected my parents’ bakery to be busy with the official kickoff of Christmas starting this weekend, but the mountains of boxes of Christmas cookies piled on the counter and near the back door were clear evidence that Christmas was in full swing. And I knew it wasn’t a minute too soon as I caught a glimpse of the first snow beginning to fall flake by fluffy flake outside the small window in the bakery’s back room. I topped one final swirl of baby Jesus’ hair on his sugar cookie-baked head. Perfect, I thought, but the sound of my mom calling to me from the front of the store brought me out of the zone.

“I don’t like that look.’ That only makes me grin more widely. It’s only a couple of minutes before Holly knocks on the door. I go and open it and she flits in carrying a tray of cookies. I notice that they look really good, so that’s an improvement. However, I already know that they won’t taste good if Holly was warning me off of them. “Alpha Liam, this is Holly.” Uncle Liam stands and Holly begins to flutter like the sprites do when they are around large werewolves, Alphas in particular.

"Holly! The cake is ready. Better come and decorate it!" Her mother called her out. "I'm coming Mum. Give me a moment Ryder." Holly said and Ryder released her from his grip. The kitchen was teeming with activity and heavenly smells. Holly started decorating her Italian cream cake. It was made with coconut and pecans with a creamy filling of coconut cream. Holly decorated the moist buttermilk cake with a white buttercream filling, toppled it with raspberries and decorated the sides with coconut shavings, pecans and bits of decadent dark chocolates.