Milky Way Cookie X Stardust Cookie Novels & Stories

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

I stood off to the side and continued to watch the chaos ensue. Each of them got a cake and rushed off with their prize like a couple of children. I stood there trying not to laugh as I shook my head. Briar walked up to me with his cake and took a bite. His eyes closed and he hummed at what he was eating. I could see the happiness written all over his face because of what he was tasting. “So what is that?” I asked. “A huckleberry swirl. It's a potato flapjack with huckleberry cream frosting. It’s amazing. Do you want a bite?” Briar offered me a taste.

She felt eyes on her and she peered up to met the eyes of the boy. “What would you like with that?” He asked pointing below the glass shelf that had many displays of cakes and pastries. There were so many watering snacks to pick from that it made Maria indecisive. “I’d recommend the chocolate cookie,” He pointed to the one in front of her. “It’s a personal favorite of mine.” The cookie was in two layers with toppings on top and cream on top. It looked absolutely delicious and her mouth watered. The boy handed her one on a plate and said, “We allow new customers to try our snacks before buying one.”

Corey cried in frustration, thrusting two eggs in his direction, which he had clearly produced out of thin air. “Is everything all right in there?” Serendipity called from the living room, obviously hearing the frustration in Corey’s voice even if she couldn’t make out the words. “Everything is fine,” he assured her, infusing his voice with some fake cheer. “You know what, on second thought….” He waved his hands again and the eggs became a plate of perfectly frosted gingerbread men. “Well, that’s all fine and good,” Mr. Waddlebug stated sharply, holding the magical silver platter as if it were made of poison. “But if you’re simply going to create cookies for your guests, what do you need me

He says. “Thank you! Also do you happen to have an more of those cookies you made me? They’re amazing.” He laughs and opens a cabinet where there is a container full of the cookies. They’re lactation cookies and taste so good that I could eat fifty of them. They’re also healthy enough to eat for breakfast while still tasting like a treat. Chef grabs a small plate and sets two of the large cookies on it before handing it over to me. I take the plate and immediately take a huge bite out of one and groan happily. “So good.”

I caught her staring and casually moved closer to Caroline, resting my hand on the small of her back. Caroline glanced up at me. “Protecting your claim?” “Just making sure no one tries to adopt you. You look twelve.” She gasped. “Rude.” The cashier cleared her throat. “Uh… what can I get you?” Caroline stepped forward, suddenly business-mode. “One cookie dough, one chocolate swirl, one strawberry cheesecake, and a scoop of marshmallow mint.” The girl looked mildly horrified. “All in one cup?” “No. I’m not a savage. Four different cups.”

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'm off, Willow," "Thank you for coming over again, Sapphire," I nodded with a smile. I waved goodbye to the butterfly pixies who were hiding behind plants and trees. They finally revealed their true forms but were hiding due to shyness. I brought them a lot of cherry jam cookies. Apple and I made them together and it tasted so good that I immediately thought of Drix, but since he was in a no-go zone, I brought it to them. It gave me good results as they opened up to me enough.

I offered her some cookies which she readily accepted, showing her gratitude once again. "Hmm," she moaned blissfully, taking a big bite out of the cookie. "This tastes really good. You?" "Nah." I shook my head immediately feeling shy from the look of awe she radiated. "It is Mirald who made this. Some sort of bribe for leaving me with the pups but don't get me wrong, I love it here with them." We stared at each other before I turned away first, recognizing that Stella was doing the mental poke she always did whenever she sensed a certain degree of anxiety oozing off anyone. Mine must have definitely alerted her from inside the modern cottage.