Lilac Cookie X Yogurt Cream Cookie Novels & Stories

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.

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a

No movement is wasted as she fills a bowl while plucking items from the fridge. I watch her with appreciation. I’ve gotten used to instructing the staff on what to do. Layla must be feeling smug right now. Before long, the tray is loaded up. Even though I asked for simple, the meal is anything but. A full silver carafe of hot coffee, a container of cream, a bowl of sliced fruit designed to look like a turtle, three glossy, fat cinnamon rolls … and a jar of granola. Not basic granola either—it looks homemade, with large almonds mixed in. And to complete the ensemble, a dash of creamy white yogurt with a drizzle of honey, which reminds me of the mess Asher and I made in bed last night.

“Girl, you were glowing the entire night. I swear if you smiled any harder, your cheeks would’ve cracked.” They navigated the sidewalk with ease, slipping into the airy bakery decorated with pale pinks, gold accents, and the delicate scent of vanilla and fresh cream. They ordered an assortment of treats—raspberry macarons, lemon tarts, and dark chocolate eclairs—along with iced lavender lattes. Settling into a corner booth by the window, they nibbled their sweets, chatting and people-watching. “So tell me everything,” Lilly said with a grin. “I want the Marcy-and-Carter scoop. You two have been stuck together since the wedding reception.”

But inside the picture frame, the colours are fading. “Mama, can I?” Lily asks, for the tenth time, holding the yogurt. “No, honey. We have yogurt at home.” “But It’s not pink!” The whine hits my eardrum like a drill. My shoulders climb up to my ears. I take a deep breath. I must choose patience. I always choose patience now. It’s my uniform. “We’ll put sprinkles on our yogurt at home. Rainbow sprinkles.” This placates her for maybe thirty seconds. I use that time to grab diapers, coffee, and a bottle of cheap wine. The essentials.

Clara smiled at her excitement. “Is it like pancakes or something?” Cyra asked her, extremely curious to know everything. “Yes, you can make it as a pancake or muffin, muffins but I prefer them as cookies more. This way they came out more nutritious as well as tasty,” Cyra keenly heard her every word which doubled her excitement….but that excitement started vanishing as the time proceeded further and she watched her making those same exact looking cookies which she had seen and tasted before. But Cyra kept her mouth sealed.

It was creamy yet had a tantalizing kick of saltiness, making it the perfect balance of savory and sweet. The second one was the Lavender Honey Dream; a pale lilac scoop with a floral aroma, delicately sweetened with wildflower honey. It melted into a soft, herbaceous finish that felt like eating a meadow in springtime. It was lovely, but I wasn’t a fan of it, and neither was Lyn.

I mutter. Brye smiles as he hears the nickname. “Yes, it is Lili, cookies are the best when partnered with our favorite drinks” I look up at him and he wiggles his brow at me, making me throw my head back and laugh. “Fine, fine, we’ll bake cookies, let’s buy the ingredients of ‘those’ cookies you want to make,” I tell him. Huge smiles were plastered on their faces while both of them goofed around buying the things they need. His arm never left her shoulder, always pulling her closer. So that was it. That was the missing feeling.

“No cookies for the rest of the month." Julian frowned. “I made those so Faye could eat them Sandra. All of them." Sandra frowned back. “She ate them. Three of them to be precise and three is enough for Faye. Too much sweet is bad for her.” “Sandra... those are Softbatch Cream Cheese Chocolate Chip Cookies! They're not all sweet and surely won't make Faye fat or obese! She could eat a thousand of them and she won't gain cholesterol and even if she did we're rich. We'll give her a whole damn museum of gym equipment to burn those fats.”

My voice was filled with genuine concern as I spoke, hoping everything was okay. "Yes, I am fine." "Oh dear lord thank god." "You don’t have to keep worrying about me Bell, I am fine." She said "I hope so. Have you had breakfast?" I asked "Yes, I ate pancakes and bacon." "That’s good." "Anyways, I called to ask you if you can bake chocolate chip cookies for me, just like the one at your local bakery store." "I thought you didn’t like the taste of the cookies?" I asked. Layla would always go on about how those cookies tasted. She'd say they were like spoiled cookie dough without any sugar. She couldn't wrap her head around why they were the bakery's bestsellers!