Intimate Cookies Novels & Stories

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.”

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

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.”

They really do smell divine, let's open up and see what's inside She gingerly removes the sticker tape that is holding the lid together and there's three rows of cupcakes inside, each with it's own unique topping, there's also a row of freshly baked cookies. I think he's either trying to make you diabetic or fat or who knows maybe both! oh shush! I'll take one cupcake and two cookies, you can share the rest of it with the others! now scoot!

Lila's POV Against all odds, the cookies actually turned out amazing. The warm scent of melted chocolate and vanilla was still clinging to my hair as I walked down the quiet corridor of the ground floor, carrying the heavy ceramic plate with both hands, staring down at the golden-brown cookies with a ridiculous amount of pride. They didn't look anything like the lumpy, half-burnt disaster I'd almost created before Lucien rolled up his sleeves and rescued the batch.

The question, so simple, so full of genuine care, opened something inside me. "Much better. Now it's just… strange cravings and a tiredness that comes out of nowhere." I took a bite of the cookie. It was perfect. Crisp on the outside, soft inside, with a deep flavor of honey and spices. I closed my eyes for a second in bliss. "Oh my god. This is heaven." When I opened them, he was watching me with an expression I'd never seen on him before. It was open. Unguarded. Fascinated.

The scrap of lace she called panties fell to the ground with the others, as I launched myself at her. My hands gripped her face, my mouth crushing against hers and I kissed Marley deeply. Her taste was sweet, her hands scrambling for my hips, and I growled as her fingernails dug into my flesh. A soft mewl escaped her lips as my tongue drove into her mouth and her knees weakened.

Slow soothing music playing in the background. We are gathered around an oval set table with the cookies that Damien baked in the middle. Apparently, Camille is not a big fan of cakes. So she decided to have cookies for her birthday instead. Just like everything today, the cookies are white. The table is white. The plates are white. The seats are white. The flowers are white. The birthday outfits are white. The birthday gifts are wrapped in white. Every single thing is white. And it's the perfect colour for such an intimate party. The aroma of food is wafting in the air. Conversations are flowing as we sip the drinks. I don't add much to the conversation. I'm just holding hands with Damien u

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

With a big smile on his face ‘Mr arrogant’ walked down the stairs not only was he smiling so hard but he came in with a big hug. “What are you doing?” I asked with a confused look “We’re married and obsessed with each other in public and amidst people” he said with an unclear tone Pulling out of the hug he said to the ladies “make my wife look the best, I want to see her in the most perfect dress so I can smile and remind myself how much I am blessed to have her” “What’s the essence of this though?” I asked again with a confused look “Getting you ready for a ball” he stylishly said