Mystic Flour Cookie Before Corruption Novels & Stories

"I thought we were friends." "We're not." "Heartbreaking." Mrs. Harper finally claps loudly. "Enough!" Nobody listens. She sighs. "I expected this." Twenty minutes later, the war ends with every single person covered in flour. The counters are a disaster. The floor is somehow worse. The cookies look deeply concerning. Camila stares at the tray. "They're…... rustic." I raise an eyebrow. "They're burned." "They're artistically burned." "They're charcoal." She nudges my arm. "You're impossible."

“Try it,” Bella encouraged. “I promise it won’t be bad. I had to teach one of the cooks to make my favorite oatmeal cookies. Alyx tries to make me happy however he can so he watched me make a mess of the kitchens until we got them right.” She shrugged and the material of her top shimmered. “The only thing is that flour here is made of green seeds. It was weird at first, but if it tastes good, I don’t care about the color.”

“That’s basically two!” “That’s not how numbers work!” Malik tried to crack an egg one-handed. It fell onto the floor. Ava stared at it. “Pick it up.” “It’s organic.” “That does not make it immune to bacteria!” Five minutes later, they were arguing about whether to make brownies or cookies. “Let’s combine them,” Malik suggested. “That’s not a thing.” “It is if we believe.” At one point, Malik flicked a bit of flour at Ava. She froze.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

She asked, her voice raspy from sleep and lack of water, “Where am I?” I quickly got up and offered her water from a starter cup for her to sip from. “You're in the clinic.” “Why? What happened?” She asked, a puzzled look on her face. “What's the last thing you remember?”I asked. “Oh, um. Yeah! I was eating those cookies that arrived from my secret admirer.” Then she paused, “Did the cookies do something to me?” “Yes.” I nodded. “What? How?” “They had aconite in them.”

The moment the liquid slid over my tongue, my stomach lurched. The water was wrong—thick, almost viscous. Slimy. It clung to my mouth in a way water never should. My throat worked to force it down, but my body rebelled. And then it hit me—the unmistakable grit of something else. Cookie. By all that is sacred, I could taste crumbs. My eyes narrowed in disbelief as I turned the bottle in my hand, staring at the tiny spout, then back at Selene’s cherubic face. How in the world had she managed to smuggle cookie pieces into her drink? The logic of it escaped me. Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable.

Pink inquired, a hopeful smile on her face. I didn't want to dampen her spirits. "They're alright," I replied. Lucy grabbed one of the cookies and took a bite, her expression quickly turning sour. "Why are these cookies salty? What flavor were you going for?" Lucy asked Pink with a disgusted tone. Pink's eyes widened, and she quickly grabbed a cookie herself. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, I messed up. I used salt instead of sugar." I knew she'd be disappointed. "It's alright, you can make better ones next time," I reassured her, attempting to lighten the mood.

Most of the flour bags were almost always cocaine, Olivia and I had found that out two weeks ago. They had also revealed the reason the rest of their clique weren't with them was because they were with their men, which led me to believe two things, the elite or special maids were just glorified prostitutes for these mafia men especially since I had just witnessed a bunch of them walk past me earlier. "How did you find out about the coke guy anyway?' she inquired as she took of her shoes. "Apparently one of them is dating," I air quoted, "the supplier of flour." I shrugged

Sliding his index finger under both eyes wiping away tears of laughter. "Anyways, they ended up changing their name to lunar pack." Adam continued "If Adria had silver around her eyes, it might have also been passed on from Abby's blood line. Maybe her old pack had silver around their iris." He looked at me and tilted his head slightly to one side "But now that I remember, on one of your eyes half the iris is silver so it might also be something generic as well."

I gesture for him to come towards my bed I was currently sitting on so I could see what type of sweets he had on the cart for me. “I made some cookies! I even decorated them with frosting I made myself.” Sybil eagerly pushed the cookies he made towards me and I tried not to show any reaction when I saw the cookies…. They looked like me but the cookie me looked nothing like me. I don’t have such a cute expression on my face!