Love Cookie Fortune Novels & Stories

By the time the clock struck twelve, the trending topics had been scrubbed clean and replaced with glossy congratulatory press, blessings, and applause. [A century proposal, so romantic it hurts.] My own social accounts, though, were a sewer. [What is this? A wife who swallows this kind of humiliation?] [For a little rich-family money, she has no dignity at all.] I scrolled through the comments. I felt nothing. They were not wrong about one thing. I stayed because of money. More precisely, I stayed because my gift had limits. My fortune-siphoning gift only worked on my husband. Across from me, Jasper carefully peeled shrimp and brought it to Kimberly's lips.

she said “Oh stop it, if he wasn’t a lover boy why would his eyes always fix on you whether it is a meeting or any get-together? When will you open your eyes, and I do know deep inside your heart you do like him” “Think whatever you want honey, it’s not true,” she said smirking “So first I am gonna launch a lip kit, named ‘kylie lip kit’, I am sure it’s gonna be a big bomb,” I said smiling excitedly

"Shit, I owe you now for having you help me with that. I don't have money, but maybe I could bake you something?" My eyes flicker to the grey wall, and I resist the urge to laugh. The sight of Wilder holding a roller and trying to figure out how to use it in the best way was both adorable and priceless. Such an idiot. Wilder displays his teeth, pearly and white. "You can repay me by agreeing to see me again, but fuck, if you know how to bake, then I will take that too. Homemade cookies are my favorite." My lips crack even wider. I'm having fun. "I know how to bake some mean cookies."

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."

"Doggies, I… Let’s draw lots, okay? If you draw the long stick, I’ll give you this drumstick." Shaking, he held out the lottery box, but the stray dogs couldn’t understand his words. Asher died that night. At last, I met Grandma. She was just as kind as when she was alive, smiling as she stood at the crossroads, waiting for Snowy and me. "My good boy," she said gently. "I brought you cookies. I got a job in the heaven. From now on, my good boy will have an endless supply of cookies." I happily accepted the chocolate chip-smattered cookies.

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?

“They’ll follow the cause.” He leaned on the stone beside her. “You are the cause.” A beat of silence. Then she asked, quietly, “Do you think we can win?” Kieran didn’t answer right away. Then: “I think you’ve already made the impossible possible. And I think Lucian knows it.” Selene nodded, her thoughts churning. She could feel the pull of fate tightening like a snare. The moon hung high and full above them now, casting silver light across the land.

She seemed to be too excited to open it and she looked like she's really into these things. "What did you get?" I ask her, as I held onto my cookie. Her eyes reads through it then I see her half smile making a cute dent on her cheek. "You may not be his first, his last or his only. He loved before so he may love again. But if he loves you now, what else matters? He ain't perfect --- you aren't either." She reads it aloud. I went quiet and so did she. I lick my lips as she moved her head to me. We stared at each other silently. Fortune cookies sometimes tells you the best situation you're in its weird. I clear my throat dramatically and look away.

She slammed the bottle down on the counter and faced her friends. ‘I needed that. Damn, it’s freezing outside.’ Sydney grabbed a fortune cookie from the pile and unfolded the piece of paper. ‘Sometimes, the truth is better left unknown.’ She read silently and huffed at the fortune. Crumpling the paper, she tossed the paper into the trashcan with perfect aim. ‘What did your fortune say?’ Clarissa inquired unwrapping a candy. ‘Something about truths and all. Doesn’t matter. I don’t believe in shit like that.’ She said as she mauled the cookie.

My address. I am writing this in the lobby of the Golden Dragon restaurant. The lights are off. The kitchen is empty. But the oven is still warm. And on every table, stacked in piles, wrapped in cellophane, there are thousands of fortune cookies. Each one contains a single slip. Each slip says the same thing. The front door is rattling. I hear footsteps on the sidewalk. They are slow. Deliberate. And they are getting closer. I think I know what happens when you open the cookie. The fortune isn't a prediction. It's an invitation. And somewhere in the dark, something has finally RSVP'd.