Licorice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

She opened the lid and pushed it directly toward me. "Try the raspberry one," she smiled. I reached out and took a small pink cookie. I took a bite. The sweet sugar melted on my tongue. It was absolutely incredible. We sat there for fifty minutes. We didn't talk about Ironholt. We didn't talk about massive wolves or dead bodies. We just talked. I told her about the terrible romance novels I read late at night. I told her exactly how much I hated the freezing mountain weather. Flora laughed at my jokes. I mean, she actually laughed out loud.

The moment I bit into the first cookie, my wolf growled. What’s wrong? I asked him without delay, even as I ate the rest of the cookie. Spit out, he growled once again. Indeed, the cookie tasted rather funny, almost like there was a rose incorporated into the dough or something. Sadly, I had already swallowed, and it was too late to spit it out. “Do you like it?” She asked me in a sweet tone of voice. “What did you do?” I asked at once. “Nothing,” she drawled, as she looked at me with something akin to lust in her eyes. “I am just taking back what’s mine.”

Or both. Who hurt my little wolf. I approach slowly. “You always look that serious when you’re reading, or is it just this one?” She startles, but then her mouth lifts into a soft grin. There it is. She raises the book slightly so I can see the cover. THE LIGHTHOUSE LETTERS “It’s good,” she says. “Bit slow, but kind of addictive.” I lean a little closer, voice low. “Let me guess. Mysterious stranger? Scary coastline? Lots of longing?”

"And who is this handsome young man?" "Maria, this is Leo," I introduced softly. "Leo, this is Maria. She makes the absolute best chocolate chip cookies in the entire world." Leo peeked out a fraction more, his dark eyes locking onto Maria. The mention of cookies sparked a tiny, undeniable glimmer of interest. "With extra chocolate?" he asked, his voice a fragile whisper. "As much chocolate as you can possibly eat, mi cielo," Maria beamed, tears of pure joy glittering in her eyes. "I have a fresh batch waiting in the kitchen right now."

“We will get there, we will get there.” Lucas makes a displeased sound, but I ignore him and start reading from the new romance novel we have started. This one is a bit steamier, and I’m a bit shocked when my heart races at the love-making scenes. I feel ridiculous for reading them out loud to Lucas, but he doesn’t comment on this. He listens to every word I say, and I only stop reading when his breathing slows, and he falls asleep.

It was as though there was a matter they weren't willing to explain. Suppressing her doubts, she took a cookie, which was still warm, feeling that her hand warmed up slightly. She drank the blood vial given by Queen Lamia, then took a bite of the chocolate cookie. It was too sweet. Usually, she didn't like such sweet things because she preferred spicy foods. Nevertheless, she thought that the cookie was really good. "Mother Queen, you are cooking again." A voice interrupted their comfortable silence, causing Queen Izora to send a glare at his son.

Lyra About two months ago my friend Elsie that I met years ago in Italy sent me a book, In her words a naughty little treat. So while Maddox and the other men were outside training I decided to start reading; well holly fuck. She was not wrong, I have been reading for about two hours now and haven't moved off my bed. It definitely lives up to its name A Taste of Sin. I have never slept with a Fae, but boy I am more than curious. Makes me wonder about the author, Eliza Selmer. Bet she’s a naughty girl, the thought makes me laugh.

My heart fluttered at his action. "What can I do more to cheer up my queen, cuore mio?" he asked, pulling me into his arms again. He pressed his forehead against mine, letting me take in his soothing masculine crisp cologne. "Don't be mad, baby. You know your Syl can't tolerate it when you're upset." "Almond cookies," I mumbled in his chest, playing with the button of his shirt. Suddenly the craving for those cookies rose inside me, long forgotten my anger. "And melted chocolate. And mushroom pies."

I let that silence settle over us again—but it wasn’t the same. It was fuller now. A little warmer. A little less alone. Just as I started drifting off, I heard him again. Softer this time. “Hey, Laurent?” “Hm?” “That story you’re reading…” His voice slowed, eyes half-lidded. “Does it have a happy ending?” I looked up at the ceiling, at the cracks that split the plaster like veins. And I lied. I had gone from reading American politics to reading romance. Of all genres, romance.

“I can read this novel in the middle of a restaurant without making any reactions now that I'm used to it.” Since Harriet had plenty of free time in Obsidian Port Town, she adopted a new hobby with Molly and Yelan. The three of them often read novels together and discussed them while chuckling. But this was the first time Liam had seen what they were actually reading. [...the moment their eyes met, X could feel a tremor in his heart. Their bodies collided against each other down there, making lewd sounds no less exhilarating than their moans and groans…] Liam felt his eyes almost blind reading it. His face started to turn red and he then looked at his wife… who just looked flat.