Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

If I went to bed earlier than him, he always found his way right beside me soon after, he never touched me the way I was dying for him to touch me. He would say ‘no’ and nothing else. I came back down to earth when someone ask to make an order. ‘’Oh, sorry. What would that be?’’ I smile. ‘’Four sour patch kids cookies and three mocha.’’ I nod, still surprised that the sour patch cookies would be such a hit. “Will that be all?” I ask. “Yes. I have been hearing about these cookies and want to trying that. I’m an influencer, so I was thinking that you could give them to me for free and I would give them a review for two hundred dollars.’’

Inside were cookies, perfectly baked, with a small note tucked beside them. "A pinch of sweetness for a new beginning - Ivory." A small, unexpected smile formed at my lips. I took one bite, and the taste was like a portal to my childhood, sweet, comforting, and utterly mesmerizing. Finally whatever the weight on my chest throughout the lifted slightly. The thought of her, thoughtful, kind, and always surprising, made me feel something I wasn't sure how to name it. Jacob might think he knows her, but he doesn’t. Not like I do, and I’ll be damned if I let him drag her back into his world, but the cookies she sent got me some relief and boosted my energy to work more.

“One more word and that signed paperback you wanted for your birthday disappears from my cart forever.” Julie, already waiting behind the wheel, waves the moment she spots us. She looks as bright and bubbly as ever, her grin so wide it’s impossible not to smile back. “There she is!” she squeals. “My favourite girl—well, second favourite. Emilia still tops the list, but only barely.” Tessa gasps dramatically as she climbs in. “Excuse me? I had Liam bring you macarons last time!” Julie presses a hand to her heart. “And I still think about them every night before I sleep, babe. But Em’s cookies have a special place in my heart.

Throwing on my nude heels and some jewellery to compliment my outfit, I walk out of our suite to hunt down my mate. I walk down the stairs and through the lobby, catching the scent of delicious cookies coming from the kitchens. I detour in and swipe a cookie while the cooks pretend to look away. Smiling I say thank you before I turn around and leave. Mmm this cookie is delicious – chocolate peanut butter … one of my favourites. I am beginning to realize anything with chocolate and peanut butter combined is my all-time favourite.

Just as Venus and Evel were about to leave the kitchen, Venus suddenly stopped because she had been smelling the delightful aroma of cookies for a while now. The scent reminded her of the cookies that Seraphina made, and when she looked at the table, she saw a plenty of cookies that were strikingly similar to those made by the young lady. Without hesitation, Venus decided to eat one of the cookies. Her heart raced as the taste and texture were exactly the same as the cookies she remembered. Evel was equally astonished by what he saw, without thinking he also eat one. He knew that only one person could have made these cookies, and that was Seraphina.

“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.

Sonia asked, “What could it be?” I shrugged and proceeded to tear the box open. Inside it sat a beautiful basket of cookies. “Oh, my goodness. It's so pretty.” The girls commented. The content inside the basket was secured by a lace cloth and a ribbon. Even the packing of these cookies screamed luxury. I opened the ribbon and took out the biscuits. They were handmade from Germany and dubbed as a speciality. “They look so… expensive.” “They most certainly are.” Merely, who was looking into her phone, showed us the screen. She had Googled these cookies and found out a bunch of information about them.

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

Dominic stared down at me; the height difference between us made him appear even more intimidating. When had he even stood up? My nose ached, causing me to lift a hand to grip it. "Are you hurt, Vivian?" He pulled the cigarette out of his lips, reaching for my face with both hands. "It’s nothing. I just didn’t see you there. You don’t have to…" My voice trailed off as his body leaned forward, examining my face. Our lips drew so close together my head only needed to tilt for us to kiss. My body reacted on instinct, my nipples hardening beneath the flimsy material of my sundress. My cunt began to moisten as well, all from his touch alone.

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."