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."

asked a young man. “Right? She has beauty, fame, money, and lots of it too,” answered a young woman. “Yeah, she’s full of power and fortune,” said an elderly woman. Beatrice leaned over to the elderly woman and said, “Whoever married her is one lucky man.” Joshua, overhearing her words, tried to hide his upset face. He was showing an uncaring facial expression. After the introduction was over, Daniel said, “Let my granddaughter start the dance for the ball.”

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.

he asked, pointing to it as she pulled it out. "It's the fortune, thus the name 'fortune cookie'." She watched as he copied her, breaking the cookie open and then removing the white piece of paper. He set it down for a moment, wanting to eat the cookie first. However, before he could read his fortune himself, Jaida had snatched it up. "Hey," he began to protest, but she just smiled. "Here, I'll read it for you," she told him, looking over the fortune. "Okay, it says 'try not to be too jealous when your best friend suddenly becomes popular…in bed'." Arius nearly choked on the remainder of his cookie.