Milky Way Cookie X Stardust Cookie Novels & Stories

He was still thinking about the stones. He was thinking about why I had so many wishes, but had never told him a single one. He was wondering why he never knew the strong, unshakeable warrior he saw had such a soft, vulnerable side. "Oh, and I made dessert." Gianna presented a small silver platter like she was revealing a grand prize. On it were several perfectly golden-brown cookies. A sweet, familiar scent filled the air. Maple cookies. Aiden's vacant stare snapped into focus the moment he saw them.

Setting the tray down on the table between them, she took a cookie then lifted her glass for a sip of wine. “Really? Cookies and wine?” “Listen, separately, they’re both good,” Sparkle explained, waving her cookie at the plate, challenging him to join her. “But together, they’re… pure Heaven.” The cookies were good, Kaleb thought, reaching out to pick one up and bite in. All he’d had to do was close his eyes so he wasn’t faced with iced, sprinkled Santas and they were just cookies. “That’s good.” “Thanks.” Sparkle sat back in the chair.

I think, Eloise, what was it again? Eloise facepalmed, after all that boasting she ended up embarrassing herself, "You have to ask Xasha, I still don't understand this time, space thing, but I think it folds space and connects it to the planetarium back in Stardust City. Its only small enough for maybe a small insect to pass through. Or something like that," Eloise tried her best to explain, but she didn't know what this thing was. She'd come along way, but her expertise was in manufacturing magic devices. Milton felt like his brain was melting, "Stardust City? What Stardust City?"

“This is disgusting.” “You signed up for this!” Piper sing songs. One by one, we sniff and prod the gooey brown messes, trying to guess if it’s a Snickers, Milky Way, or Goddess help us, Nutella. Ronan actually tastes one, and we all recoil in horror as he proudly announces, “Hershey’s.” The third game is my favorite.

There was a music group that seemed to follow their journey, then on the highway, there were many billboards congratulating them on their marriage and congratulating Narsha for becoming Luna. Upon arriving at the mansion, they were greeted by everyone. The dinner served was also to Narsha and Dexter's liking, and the highlight of the event was the children giving cookies to the couple. Cherish cleared her throat, standing in front of the dining table, holding a tray of imperfectly shaped cookies. "The theme for these cookies is Mommy and Daddy. So please try the cookies,“ she said, a little shyly. Dexter took one of the strangest-looking cookies, made by Cherish. He took a bite and tried har

He wiggled his brows. I found myself laughing before I could even stop it. “Goddess! Every single time I talk to you, I feel my brain cells reducing,” I muttered, biting into the cookie. My taste buds melted at the deliciousness. The cookie was warm and buttery, the kind you could lose yourself in for a full five minutes, and for a second the world shrank to crumbs and cinnamon and Kael’s ridiculous grin. “Why're you staring at me like that?” I asked.

But it was hers and she had turned it into something lovely. We sat cross-legged on the rug, a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies between us. Millie’s cookies were always award-worthy...warm, soft in the middle, and totally addictive. I took a big bite, enjoying the way the chocolate melted on my tongue while Millie launched into her animated rant. "And I swear," she said, waving half a cookie like it was a microphone, "I don’t get why Rowan so mad about a damn hickey. Like—pfft." She made a tiny explosion noise. "Who cares anyway, he can be angry till he explodes or whatever."

"A citrus martini variation." I nodded approvingly. "Whatever it is, it's excellent." Stella pointed at me. "Just wait until dessert arrives." That made me suspicious again. "What dessert?" She exchanged looks with Isabella, Samantha, and Georgie. The four women looked like children hiding a secret. "Oh no." "Oh yes," Stella replied. "What did you order?" She finally surrendered. "Fine." She leaned forward. "It's a mega combo dessert." I narrowed my eyes. "That sounds fake." "It has brownies, ice cream, hot fudge, caramel drizzle, whipped cream, fruits, cookies, chocolate chunks..."

Alec asks, pushing the plate closer to me before he too grabs a few more cookies. “Soon, maybe within the next few days.” I shrug, dipping one of the cookies into the milk and cursing when I accidentally break it and watch as the half that was dunked slowly sink to the bottom of my glass. Sighing, I face my fate and begin to chug my milk until the soggy half of the cookie reaches my lips and I manage to tap the glass and get it into my mouth. “Need a refill?” Max asks laughing, handing Sky a still cold open carton of milk who then hands it to me.

“Quit this bullshit and go sit for dinner!“ She angrily turned off the television. “Why did you do that? Mrs. Nora Williams was about to announce the date for the pick.“ I sluggishly stood from the floor with a huge frown on my face. “You mean the hideous, wicked witch of the west?“ Megan retorted with a scoff. “Mrs. Tera Greygott is the wicked witch of the west. I'm talking about Mrs. Nora Williams.“ I explained, slapping off a peck of dust on my faded gown. “All rich folks are wicked witches of the west, be it Williams or Greygott. Now go sit!“ She fired back, walking past me with angry steps. “No offense, but I think you're the only one with that mindset. Every other person around here se