Licorice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

He placed a lingering kiss on my knuckles—slow, deliberate, and effortlessly intimate. "Lost in Mist, I like your taste," I whispered against his ear, catching a whiff of his intoxicating scent—clean, sharp, with a hint of cedarwood. He sighed, flipping a page of his book. "Never took you for the type to read such books." I arched a brow, pulling back slightly. "And you? Didn’t expect you to be into fantasy novels either." A rare smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Another thing you should know about me—I’m a hardcore fan."

I have had these cookies before, but this time is like a whole new experience. “Yum. It picks up the caramel in my coffee,” I admit. Damien then shares his drink with me, and I dunk the cookie again. Taking a bite, I notice Lola watching my every move. “Not as good, Damien. You never use sugar, yet you like sweets,” I say, pointing out the irony. “The cookie is what makes the coffee sweet.” He replies like it’s common knowledge, and Lola nods in agreement. “Want to try my hot chocolate? I think it makes the cookie taste like pudding,” she asks shyly.

“But you don’t look like you eat many.” He laughed. Pierce Walker was menacing when he scowled, but when he smiled he was stunning. Something wild and reckless quivered in her belly, urging her to put her hands on him, press herself against him, beg him to somehow stop this breathless, fluttery yearning she’d only ever felt with him. “Because I don’t have anyone baking me cookies.” He peeled the lid off the top and peered down. “These look good.” “I baked the chocolate chip without nuts. I didn’t know if you were allergic.”

Amelia asked, concert evident on her face and in her voice. "Well, I've been good." Cookie chuckled slightly. "I still work at the bar, it's quite boring though." She pouted, making Amelia laugh. "There's this new worker there, I always forget his name. He's annoying and talks a lot. He loves to pry into others' businesses and it's sickening." "Oh my god. Sorry." Well there was one thing she knows well about Cookie, she hates people prying into what doesn't concern her, she gets really angry at that and could break some people's nose because of it.

He will discover the consequences of truth when loyalty and friendship are absent. “How many cookies did you eat?” Josy asked. She hadn’t paid attention to how the cookies. That’s why she asked now. “A bite. They didn’t taste right. They weren’t sweet. You know those weird savory cookies. I don’t like them. A cracker should be savory; a cookie, sweet. Cookies had a subtle horseradish flavor. It was disgusting. I couldn’t stand it. So, I didn’t get past a bite.” The memory of that gross bite made me grimace.

Chapter eight. West “These are so good, Guilia.” I closed my eyes, as I savored the taste of the cookies. And I wasn't even bluffing. She made the best of the best cookies. I leaned on the island, taking a sip of my coffee. “You are sure you don't want sugar in your coffee, sweetheart?” She asked, coming over with an enclosed glass of sugar. “No Guilia, I love it like this.” I chuckled, and continued munching away.

I had laughed then and received my first punch to the stomach. I tried not to laugh at the thought of the book I had reread a few weeks ago by Pippa Grant where the girl made dick cookies and had thousands of a deformed penises to someone, that someone was in another book with one of my favorite book boyfriends, Ares. I try to think back on the storyline of the book, so I don’t have to think about what is about to happen.

Ten Years Ago. [Arella, Age 14] Trigger Warning: This chapter contains childhood trauma. Viewer discretion is advised. --- Madam Lora’s cookies were always dry, barely edible. They weren’t even real chocolate—just brown food coloring she mixed in to make them look the part. After seeing her fake it one day, I stopped bothering with them altogether. What was the point?

Piper announced, slamming shut a book about ancient werewolf rituals, “ if I read one more word with this empty stomach I might faint. "So what are we doing?" Hazel asked clueless. "Let's go get cookies from the kitchen, chef Marco told me he would make some today, and maybe some milks too." Piper snuck into the kitchen, leaving Hazel outside, it wouldn't be nice seeing Luna in the kitchen every time. Because people would talk though the staff pretended they weren't there. Chef Marco, a mountain man with flour all over him, smiled knowing what they were here for. "Hungry for cookies again?" He asked amusedly while sliding a tray full of cookies towards Piper.

“Nopes. Not at all. I've been scared of sugar cookies ever since.” “No!” He gasped dramatically. “The fearless Ilana Denvers bested by sugar cookies?” She snorted, her smile somehow growing wider. “Totally. That's why this story's always been a secret. My enemies can never find out about this,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “Oh, yes,” he said, mimicking her tone. “Bring a sugar cookie in a knife fight and you're sure to win.” She giggled, then immediately covered her mouth with her hand, staring at him with wide horrified eyes.