Love Cookie Fortune Novels & Stories

*Maybe I could keep it for someday,* I told myself. “Okay, fine. I’ll get it. But for self-love. For *myself*.” “Whatever you say, Bri,” she teased in a sing-song voice. “If you play your cards right, I could get a little nephew or niece out of this.” My face burned crimson. “That’s… not happening.” ‘At least, not right now.’ ‘I think.’ “Sure….” She winked. “Let’s just go pay. It looks like rain is about to hit.”

He placed the package on her desk and said, "Afternoon." "These originated in Switzerland. Your preferred one." Felicia smiled as she looked at the package and reached for it. "I'm grateful. How did you find out that I've had a sweet tooth? Luke casually leaned against her desk and observed her intently. He responded, "I know you," and Felicia's grin lingered because of the warmth in his gaze. She pulled out a cookie from the package and gave it a taste.

A small box tucked between the flowers. I frowned slightly, pulling my hand back. “What now?” My heart almost leaped into my mouth. No, no! Please don’t be a ring! Carefully, I moved a few lilies aside and there it was. A chocolate pastry. I blinked again with relief. “Okay?” My brows furrowed as I picked up the small note resting beside it. My fingers hesitated just for a second before unfolding it. “Good luck, Ollie. Sweets are a good luck charm. Do have a bite.”

I said, and Mrs Kowalski cleared her throat from the doorway where she was pretending to read a magazine. We cut the cookies into shapes, and Lily wanted stars and hearts and dinosaurs, and Rook wanted hockey sticks, and I told him that we did not have a hockey stick cutter, and he said that we should buy one. Lily cut a cookie that was supposed to be a star but looked like a blob, and she said that it was Daddy, and Rook said that it looked exactly like him before coffee.

I stared at it and then at him. "For me?" I asked and he nodded. I reluctantly took it. Should I eat them or not? I didn’t know what to do, but then Vincent glanced at me and gave a slight nod of approval. I smiled at the soldier and opened the drink. I drank it… then placed a cookie in my mouth and instantly, it tasted so nice. I could feel the soldier who had given it to me earlier actually laugh with the others. They even tried to glance at me. Just then Vincent walked back and gently wiped the crumbs off the side of my lips.

Chinese takeout, a box of pizza, spring rolls, and a whole ass bucket of chicken. There was also a bottle of wine sitting between us—a bottle we definitely had not planned to finish but had. I sat cross-legged with my socks half slipping off while Jason leaned against the couch, one knee bent, looking far too comfortable for someone who had spent the last ten minutes arguing that fortune cookies counted as dessert. “They literally come after dinner,” he said, waving his fork like he was making a serious legal point. “That makes them dessert.” I laughed, shaking my head. “No, Jason. They’re tiny pieces of paper disguised as cookies.”

Harper began. I immediately rummaged through the bag of food, looking for some distraction. " We didn't open the fortune cookies," I warned, taking the three small packages out of the bag. " Ahh, I love fortune cookies, give me mine," Harper smiled, forgetting the previous subject, to my satisfaction. I handed each of them a cookie, keeping the other one for myself. Sam gave me an amused look as she opened her own cookie. " So, what's the message? " I questioned Harper.

He’d only been gone for four days, but he’d called twice, doing his best to cheer her, though she tried to put up a happy front. He and Kimberly were already busy planning their happily-ever-after life. At least someone was getting the white picket fence. Truth was, Mackenzie really was happy for them. Their relationship reinforced her sagging belief in true love. If only she could share Kenneth’s optimism that she was destined to find love herself. “Here… I made these to cheer you.” Judi passed her the sweet-smelling basket. “Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.”

The old man sat in his soft chair leaning his back relaxed while closing his eyes. Back again Charlotte and Violet were discussing something important in the living room. In the middle of the discussion, Charlotte opened the jar of cookies and tasted it deliciously. "How does it feel?" “Mmm of course I've always loved these cookies . You always buy it at a famous cookie shop, I'm sure I really enjoy it, even one jar is not enough for me," said Charlotte, busy eating cookies devouring like a greedy lion. "Okay, then tomorrow I will bring a lot for you."

He winked at Lucius' sister, but it looked like he was winking and flirting with both. Cookie frowned, looking between them like a jealous wife. She'll never act that way if I look at another woman, just him. 'I thought you said you love your head?' 'Of course, but I love black girls better.' He grinned. 'Can we not discuss me in front of me?' Lucius's sister, what's that her name again –Marilyn– said with arms akimbo. 'We got one chance and I want it badly…' Cookie sang loudly, jumping to her feet. Wait, I thought she couldn't walk?