Mint Choco Cookie X Vampire Cookie Novels & Stories

It was as though there was a matter they weren't willing to explain. Suppressing her doubts, she took a cookie, which was still warm, feeling that her hand warmed up slightly. She drank the blood vial given by Queen Lamia, then took a bite of the chocolate cookie. It was too sweet. Usually, she didn't like such sweet things because she preferred spicy foods. Nevertheless, she thought that the cookie was really good. "Mother Queen, you are cooking again." A voice interrupted their comfortable silence, causing Queen Izora to send a glare at his son.

I eat a piece of cucumber off my salad bowl as I mention in an excited voice, “You won’t believe what I ate today!” “What? Mexican food?” Victor giggles. “No.” I reveal, “After I met Jamie at Chocolate Hut, I ate this max-leveled chocolate!” Victor snorts, “I thought you never liked chocolate.” “Well this one is different.” I explain, “It has edible gold in it.” Victor takes a sharp gasp, I can hear him sitting up from his bed, “Oh! Are we talking about DeLafee?” “Yeah!” I think that’s the name Jamie mentioned, “I can’t believe now I’m craving for them already!”

Elena I threw the door to Annie and Hannah’s room open. I grinned at them. “I have a cookie for the one that irritates Osprey and Gerald the most.” Annie giggled and shoved Hanna. “That cookie is mine.” Hannah eyed me. “What kind of cookie?” Toya poked her head from around my back before hiding back behind me. “It’s caramel chocolate chip,” she whispered. Priscilla bounced into the room. “I want in but I don’t need the cookie. I’ll do it for free.”

I said while I walked out the bakery. They stared back in confusion and Hunter was laughing. The moment we reached home, I opened the box of cookies and began devouring them. Jelly jam cookie, there was peanut butter, pumpkin chocolate, Oatmeal, Raisin cookie, chocolate chip and a few more but I forgot the names for it. Hunter brought his mouth close to mine and I stepped back. He opened his mouth wide. I took a bite of my third Chocolate chip cookie and stared at him. "Why is your mouth open?"

"You're just hungry. Low blood sugar makes boys cranky. Jack was the same way when he was six." "Mom, don't," I rasped, trying to sit up. "He's not six. He's a genetically modified killing machine." "He's a boy who needs a snack," Mom corrected me. She held out the chalky chocolate bar. "Here. It's 'Stirling Energy Block, Type C'. It's probably expired in 2040, but sugar doesn't go bad." Valerius stared at the chocolate. He looked at Mom's hand. It was steady. She wasn't trembling.

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

Piper had asked me to make some of my ‘famous’ mint chocolate chip cookies and send them to her. Sleep hadn’t been coming easily over the past week that I stayed here in the Gamma suite, so I figured that I’d get the cookies done tonight so that I could mail them off tomorrow. We had all of the ingredients here except for the peppermint extract, which was a key component. I knew that there was some down in the packhouse’s kitchen. Hopefully, I could sneak right in and right back out. I had just climbed onto the counter to grab the extract when I realized that it had been a futile hope.

I whispered to the empty room, though my hands were shaking. The silence that followed wasn't peaceful; it was charged. I knew Xavier. He was probably vibrating with a mix of lethal embarrassment and possessive fury right now. But the way his voice had softened at the end—that low, sugary growl that promised 'consequences'—made a heat bloom in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger. I reached for the bar of vintage dark chocolate I’d liberated from his secret stash behind The History of the Byzantine Empire. It was rich, bitter, and tasted like victory.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.