Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

“I’m not decent!” His eyes rake over me. “I’d argue otherwise.” From behind his back he reveals a small plate; on top of it is a pair of carefully stacked chocolate chip cookies. The big thick kind you need two hands to hold while eating as they crumble from their own weight. “It’s a shame you skipped out on dinner. But I figure you don’t want to miss out on dessert.” My mouth tingles as I salivate. “I’m fine.” I’m not fine I’m not fine oh God I want those cookies!

It was as if the act of baking had created a cocoon around us, a safe space where we could just be two people without titles or baggage. It was fun. “Thank you, Charles,” I said, my voice soft but earnest. “For saving the cookies?” He chuckled. “I promise that was mostly selfishly motivated.” I shook my head. “That too, but for being here. It means more to me than I can express.” And then, in that intimate kitchen, with the scent of freshly baked cookies swirling around us, I felt just like before. The moment was perfect for a kiss. Perfect for more. My doubts and questions were gone, and I felt myself being pulled in by his eyes.

She could feel the anticipation building within her as he led her through their home, their steps synchronized in excitement. And as they journeyed into the unknown, Rose couldn't help but wonder what magical moments awaited her on this extraordinary day. Before Rose could get up Liam wandered through the bustling cafe, his gaze fixed on a glass jar filled with delectable coconut cookies. Their golden-brown exterior and the sweet aroma wafting from the container enticed his taste buds. As he approached where Rose stood, he couldn't help but notice the flush on her cheeks and the innocent sparkle in her eyes, much like the first day they met.

Zlata Likhachyova’s corner bakery has always been popular, ever since I can remember. She’s famous for her freshly baked cookies and Medovik (honey cakes.) That familiar warm, sweet smell filled my nostrils invitingly as I hurried inside. Three people bundled up in heavy jackets and warm clothing waited patiently for their orders, sitting in the only four available seats. I used to hound Zlata about buying a larger space, but she’d wave me off and give me something to “stick my nose in so I’d stay out of her business.” Crowds would come and go, and there were days I’d be rolling out dough, baking, and layering the final products with rich creamy icing without any breaks for eight hours strai

Opening the bin of peanut butter cookies I made this morning, or maybe yesterday since I still don’t know what day it is, I count them. There are eleven. I made twelve. And I haven’t eaten one yet. But peanut butter cookies happen to be a favorite of Aaron Kensington’s.

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 scrunched my nose, pointing at Carl's plate. "That's because he saved us, Ang!" Carl was smirking when I looked at him. Then picking up a cookie, he shoved it in his mouth but not before passing me a wink. He was obviously enjoying it. Nutella cookies are my favourite and I need a total amount of 15-20 cookies to fill my stomach and what could these fine do? But at least I still get to eat them. I sulked as he continued to eat the cookies with the smirk still intact.

*Flashback* It was a beautiful evening when Xi Song & Xingyue were on their way back from the supermarket. "Okay, so the last one. Are cookies there?" He kept checking inside the bag when his feet stopped on their way. He narrowed his eyebrows, staring at her. "Cookies are missing." "How come? I remember I bought them." Just then, their gazes fell on a cute little puppy who seemed to sniff a tiny plastic box. "There are our cookies." She sat down, looking at that puppy, and showered him with love. She gently patted his head while he rolled down, making Xingyue giggled.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

I said looking her in the eye. “I’ll use them to decorate the cookies, they’re tasty and they make the cookies look a lot more presentable on the table” “Cookies?” I asked frowning in confusion, it being a term I never heard before. “Biscuits, but they’re stuffed with the cocoa, which is why I call them cookies” Kiara said smiling, giving me a piece of biscuit, which seemed to have small darker brown circles matching the color of the cocoa she made, I tried one and I closed my eyes letting the delight dance in my mouth.