Mint Choco Cookie X Vampire Cookie Novels & Stories

"Belgian chocolate is famous for its flavor. You should try it. These snacks are made with low calories and not overly sweet. Give it a try." Beatrice moistened her lips and took one of the cookies with pink icing on top. One bite, and she fell in love. The desire to be able to make cookies like this arose in Beatrice's heart. "I like it, it's delicious," praised Beatrice with joy. "Can I learn to make these snacks, Grandfather?" "Am I hearing correctly, Leora?" "Why should I be wrong?" Beatrice blinked in confusion. "Why do you want to learn things that others can do?"

Klaus shook his head in the negative, I know he's biting his tongue to keep from swearing at me. "Fine." I took a bone-shaped cookie out of my pocket, just like the kind you give to dogs, and threw it to him. I saw Klaus's pupils widen and then shrink as his anger grew, I saw the cookie fall to the floor, right in front of him, and I heard the rumbling of Klaus's stomach once again. After all, the cookie was made with the finest meats and smelled delicious, even more so for a Lycan, even one with impaired senses.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

It still doesn't give me an idea for how to let her go. At this point Lisa, well Alice the Maid, comes back down the steps. She is wearing a black mini-dress with white ruffles pushing out the hemline. A tiny white apron hangs on the front of the dress. The hemline is higher and the neckline is lower than her previous costume. She also has on a hair band, choker, and wrist bands. They are all made of matching black and white lace. The choker is narrow and won't obstruct any upcoming vampire bites. Finally, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heel pumps complete the outfit. I don't anticipate finding a bra or panties under the dress.

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.”

As if he understands what I want, Vincent uses his strong hands to part my thighs wider after they'd closed from the nipple sucking. The small square coated in a thick layer of texture is the only item left on the plate, and Vincent scoops it up in one swoop. My mouth opens waiting to taste the last dessert of the night, but before he brings it to my lips, he lowers it to another set of them. My eyes widen as Vincent pushes the small chocolate cube against my opening and circles the space twice before flicking it over my clit. Then in one smooth movement, he drops the now-glistening chocolate in his mouth and chews. His eyes close. "Fucking magnificent. You would be my favorite flavor of cho

He disappears into the main house, returning minutes later with two bowls of ice cream. I blink at him. “You’re giving me ice cream after all that?” “Not just any ice cream.” He hands me a bowl, grinning. “Cinnamon. It’s one of the few things vampires can still taste in all its glory. Figured you’d appreciate it.” Skeptical, I take a bite. The moment the cold, spiced sweetness melts on my tongue, I go still. It’s warm and sharp, the cinnamon burning even as the ice cream cools it down.

I spent the night in my little apartment, I still have to come to Mr. Walker's penthouse as usual tomorrow. While I was relaxing on the couch Mr. Walker calling me. " Miss Hank. What did you put inside the chocolate cookie? " He’s asking me ass soon as I pick the call. I furrowed. Is he referring to the cookies that I make last month? " You mean the chocolate chips cookies? I only use chocolate chips, flour, eggs… " I told him all the ingredients I put in.

Marco's excitement was palpable as he eagerly scanned the vibrant display of ice cream flavors. "So, which one catches your fancy, buddy?" I inquired, pointing towards the menu board. After a brief moment of contemplation, he declared, "I think I'll go with the chocolate chip cookie dough." I chuckled at his choice and ordered two generous scoops of that flavor for him, while treating myself to a single scoop of refreshing mint chocolate chip.

Cromwel said. "Oh," I glance at him, "Nice choice, that's my favorite snack." "I thought your favorite snack was carrots?" "No, I said, I love carrots, Levi," "Here you go, Crom," I hand him a Ziploc with my hand-made cookies inside. I tossed the snacks at the other members, then I stared blankly at the back of Hunter's head and doubted if I should ask him too. I mean, I already asked him a while ago, but maybe he's interested now?