Licorice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

I placed the milkshake and the ice cream on the tray and climbed into my bed, ready to read and snack. I grabbed book four, ‘Romancing Mr. Bridgerton,’ and I started reading it. I was reading and snacking. By the time I had read half of the book, I had eaten all the brownies, finished the milkshake, and started on the ice cream Sunday and cookies. Colin and Penelope’s story is so amazing.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

I can’t. MidnightReader: Okay but can we talk about the ice??? Because I’m definitely trying that SpicyBooks4Life: “Pleasure that feels like death” - I FELT THAT I scrolled through the comments, giggling despite myself. These people had no idea they were reading my actual life. Then I saw a new comment thread forming. NightOwl_Reader: Okay guys, we need to talk. This community is getting HUGE. We need a name. RomanceAddict47: Yes! Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story

Deciding to free myself from the lonely feeling, I took my earpiece and fixed it in my ear, and turned on the shuffle button on my playlist before I then opened an online reading app and then started reading. The Lyrics of Ocean eyes by Billie Eilish started playing in the background. As I was a fan of Romance I searched for a book with a romance genre and then I found one, it's titled A CRUSH. Though it's teen Romance I guess I'll be fine with Reading it. Funny how I love reading Romance but I am not a romantic person. It's crazy, right? I guess this is one of the reasons Rose and I got along well as we both love reading Romance.

By the time Dante tells me they should be cool enough to try I am practically salivating. I grab one of each cookie. They are still warm but as I take my first bite of the snickerdoodle and flavors explode across my tongue, I find that I actually like them a little warm. Moaning into my cookie, I finish it quickly and take a bite of the other one. The warm chocolate melts in my mouth and the powdered sugar makes me just a little thirsty. I look over at Dante, who is just smiling at me and he is holding out a glass of milk. Taking it, I thank him and chug the milk, while finishing the cookie. The combination is amazing. Noticing that Dante is still smiling at me, I smile back. "Those are real

He says excitedly and eyes up the few packs of biscuits I bought. "I heard you liked them so I got a few packs," I reply and gently kiss his neck. "Thank you, you're amazing." I smile and a warm feeling spreads through my chest at the simple comment. "Let's go lay down," I say and lead him to the bed. I rest my back against the headboard and bend my knees so Cole can settle between them. As I mess with the remote to put a movie on, Cole opens the Oreos and offers me one. I open my mouth and he giggles as he slips it between my teeth. As I eat the delicious cookie, Cole looks over his shoulder at me as if he's admiring me.

“Fiction books.” “Let me guess, romance. Little wonder you and Doris get along well.” Without hearing her reply, he picked up his phone and said a few Russian words to the person on the other end. Done, he said, “Your romance novels will be here soon. Anything else? I don’t wish to be distracted again. Okay?” “Pringles,” she stated. She was craving her comfort food. If she couldn’t go home, she could get something that felt like home. “And whipped cream. That would be all.”

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

No way was I ignoring this pull. Class started and I sat front row again, legs crossed so my skirt rode high. He walked in, that silver hair perfectly styled, deep voice kicking off on passion in literature. Halfway through he glanced my way, eyes lingering on my thighs. “Mia, care to share your take on the reading?” he asked, pausing mid-pace. I uncrossed my legs slowly. “I think the characters crave what they know could destroy them. Like an older man pulling in a younger woman. The forbidden part makes it hotter, right?” A few classmates shifted, but his stare stayed locked on me.

I whispered, almost to myself. Lila nodded, her smile fading into a knowing look. "It's designed to feel that way. It's a taste of the werewolf world." She stepped closer, her hand brushing against my cheek. "But don't worry, you'll be alright in a few hours." Then, with a wink, she turned and headed back downstairs to the bookstore, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts. I stared at the closed door for a long moment. I had to know the truth. I had to talk to Alex, to find out if any of it was real.