Milky Way Cookie X Stardust Cookie Novels & Stories

By the time Dante tells me they should be cool enough to try I am practically salivating. I grab one of each cookie. They are still warm but as I take my first bite of the snickerdoodle and flavors explode across my tongue, I find that I actually like them a little warm. Moaning into my cookie, I finish it quickly and take a bite of the other one. The warm chocolate melts in my mouth and the powdered sugar makes me just a little thirsty. I look over at Dante, who is just smiling at me and he is holding out a glass of milk. Taking it, I thank him and chug the milk, while finishing the cookie. The combination is amazing. Noticing that Dante is still smiling at me, I smile back. "Those are real

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

“Here. Taste it. When you return to your room, I'm afraid you still won't eat anything. So eat a few pieces of this to calm my mind, hmm?” Sashal glares at the cookies. They are chocolate cookies with sesame seed caps. Not a combination one would find at Southern Olf. Indicating that his mother may have made this, or at least, it was cookies specialized in Northern. It was something valuable that shouldn't be given to a random person if he even kept it in his jacket. And yet, he offered it to Sashal? Everything Rohan did to Sashal made her even more annoyed. She felt her stomach drop. She couldn't bear it anymore and cried out.

Claudette responded. The maid named Leticia slightly covered her mouth. “Oops, my bad. I’m sorry, My Lady,” then, she grinned once again. “Would you like some, My Lady?” Claudette looked at the basket of cookies that the maid was offering her. The cookies had flowers engraved on it with a strawberry jam in the middle. She nodded and took the offer, getting one cookie and took a bite on it. Her mouth was filled with white vanilla filling and strawberry jam from the cookie.

“You look like Daddy.” I froze, unsure of how to answer that. The heck I don't. “…I do?” He nodded solemnly. “But louder.” Milo added, “And less angry.” I laughed weakly. “I get that a lot.” I reached into the box, pulling out two small cookies I’d packed as samples. Strawberry flavoured. “Okay,” I said, holding them up. “One rule.” They leaned in. “You don’t tell anyone.” They nodded enthusiastically.

Caleb moved to her other side, quietly. “Hey,” I said, brushing a curl from her forehead. “We can’t today, but next time I’ll make cookies myself. Big ones. The kind that make ovens busy all through the day.” “Matcha cookies,” Elijah added, clearly proud of the fanciest word he knows. “And butter ones that melt fast.” Caleb leaned in. “And we have silly cups that whistle when you sip. Right, Mom?” “Right,” I said. “Custom whistling cups. Very rare.”

By the time she collapsed into bed, exhausted, she had no energy left to think about anything else. The next day, Stellar brought homemade cakes and pastries to the SA Aerospace Base. By lunchtime, the interns were practically drooling. "Stellar, did you make these?" one of them asked, eyeing the colorful macarons. Seeing their reactions, she offered, "Would you like to try some?" Their faces lit up with surprise. "Really?" "Of course! I made extra so I could share." Stellar’s warm smile put everyone at ease. Ethan was the first to take the plunge. He took a bite and immediately lit up.

The saleswoman pointed to the cookies in transparent plastic with designs of colorful trees, houses, seas, and shells in one pack. “I have free samples, ma’am.” The saleswoman showed me a transparent jar with cookies in it. “I’ll try one.” The saleswoman opened the jar, and I took the sea design, since my favorite color is blue. When I bit into the cookies, they were delicious. The colorful icing gives them sweetness, while the cookies themselves are not too sweet, so the sweetness is balanced. They are not so hard to bite that they hurt my teeth while I bite into them. “Can I have another one? I’ll let my companion taste it.” I said to the saleswoman. “He’ll pay for it.” I added in a whispe

"Make sure to put them on our tab." The pairs of eyebrows now shoot up in disbelief, and the entire bakery erupts into cheers. Chuckling at the lively atmosphere, Max and I pay for the orders before stepping outside to enjoy our cookies on one of the benches. It's a beautiful February night, and we don't want it to go to waste. But you can only imagine my shocked reaction when I spot the man who's savoring his pistachio-flavored French macaroons on the bench next to ours. "Eddie?"