Lilac Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

Nora paused, gave her a sidelong glance, and said coolly, “Delulu is a disease. You should get it checked.” Then she walked out. Lily moved to follow her, but the boutique owner gently stopped her. “Are you a relative of Ms. Yates? Please don’t misunderstand—she’s not selling anything. That payment was for her work.” “What?” Lily looked stunned. “Your store sells her designs?” “Yes! Ms. Yates is one of our top freelance designers. Our bestselling Starry Night Collection and Deep Sea Series? All hers.” Lily’s face drained of color. The Starry Night Collection? The one she adored?

Vorian’s face softens, but he is still shooting me daggers, his hands catching Lila before she topples his coffee mug. “Lila, easy,” he utters, his voice softer now, settling her on his lap. She is already rummaging her backpack, taking out a sparkly sketch of a unicorn. “Look, Uncle Vory!” she exclaims, thrusting it in his face. “I made this at school!” I laugh, crossing my arms, loving every second of this. “So,” I say, smirking at Vorian. “Dorian was not lying. You and Zephyr, huh? When were you gonna tell me?”

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

What was he hiding, and why was he so intent on keeping her under his watchful eye? With that thought, Lila drifted off to sleep, her mind filled with questions and a sense of danger looming just around the corner. Lila had been working for Alexander for a few weeks now, and she was starting to get used to his bizarre requests. She had created a sculpture made entirely of chocolate, painted a portrait of Alexander as a Greek god, and even made a dress out of seaweed. But today's project was by far the most unusual. Alexander had commissioned Lila to create a series of erotic paintings, each one depicting a different sexual act. Lila felt her face flush with embarrassment as Alexander outline

The sugary scent of cookie dough filled the kitchen as Lila slid the tray into the oven, her fingers still slightly from the dough even though she’d washed them twice. A small hum escaped her lips. It was a song whose lyrics she couldn’t even remember properly, but with how lighthearted she was, she didn’t really care. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this carefree. It had been an ordinary day at the shop until Marcus had decided to close early. The unexpected freedom had left her with free time she didn’t know what to do with.

Rolling up her sleeves and dusting the surface of her worktop with flour, Lila pulled out all the labelled and wrapped doughs that she had made the night before, and arranged them in the orders of how long they were going to take to bake. She had decided that today was going to be a cookie day, and had made several different types of cookies, ranging from shortbread cookies to oak cookies, as well as throwing in a few Christmas butter cookies just because she could and no one was going to stop her. The plan was to display all the biscuits in their separate little baskets, with their separate little colour schemes and shapes, hopefully giving Lila some greater clarity on the demographics of h

Lily is practically vibrating with glee. Nikolai lifts her up with one hand like and sets her on a stool at the counter. “Alright, princess. You get first pick. The sky’s the limit.” Lily’s eyes go comically wide at the thirty-one flavors glowing under the glass. “They have unicorn sparkle?!” The girl behind the counter grins. “Cotton-candy ice cream with edible glitter and gummy stars.” “I want that one!” Lily bounces. Nikolai just smiles. “We'll have that with two vanillas.”

Lily coughed, with her eyes wide as she tried to open the oven door without getting her face hit by the hot air. "Under control? It smells like you're cremating something in there. You didn't tell me anything about baking!" I couldn't help but clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Lily glared at me. "What were you even making again?" I asked, stepping closer. "Cookies," she muttered, waving more smoke away. Her mum grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the tray out herself. The cookies... if you could even call them that... we're pitch black. Not dark brown. Black.