Mystic Flour Cookie X Eternal Sugar Cookie Novels & Stories

While making the dough, I'd been smiling and humming the whole time. These weren't just ordinary cookies. They were my mother's famous sugar cookies that made you fall in love with just one bite. The recipe had been in my family for generations and though I would have loved to pass it on to Valeria, the situation surrounding her and Luka's marriage didn't allow for that. I was so happy when my efforts paid off and Elliot loved the cookies. He was fascinated with all the things I'd collected over the years and I couldn't feel prouder of myself deep down. That smile was worth everything in the world.

he asked. “It’s self-raising.” “And?” “And we need all-purpose.” “That sounds the same.” “It’s not.” “It literally has ‘flour’ in the name.” Tugging my hair lightly, I groaned, “You’re stressing me out.” “You’re welcome.” He replied with a smirk. Muttering under my breath, I turned away, then started grabbing the right items off the counter. “Okay, what else?” he asked, pushing the cart beside me. “Sugar.”

Demetrius sighed looking down, but I saw him grin slyly. "Okay, Okay I'll help" I gave up and helped him clean up his mess of cookie dough. Taking off my shoes, I washed my hands and Ben's hands. I preheated the oven to 350° degrees, and I started on the cookie dough. After I creamed the butter, white sugar and brown sugar. I beat in the eggs and then add the vanilla for that rich flavour and smell. I then add the dry ingredients, and lastly some chocolate. Demetrius stood behind Bentley as he helped him mix the dough, which Ben ended up eating.

" I groan She narrows her eyes at m Maybe I really have to do this. I mumble quietly and open the door of fridge and take the tray of eggs. Then I break four eggs into a bowl and put two cup sugar, vanilla, butter in it and start mixing with a hand beate "Are we making a huge amount?" I ask he "No....thirty maybe." She replies, mixing whisk flour and chocolate chips and other ingredients for the cookie dough "Is your boyfriend coming?" I smile teasingly She blushes a bit, then shakes her head n "Are you guys going serious? Have you slept together yet? Tell me "I don't know I stop mixing, "Em. You don't know? She sighs. "I really....don't know "But what's wrong

"C'mon. You've been so lazy recently. Fetch some eggs from fridge and start to mix with sugar and vanilla." "What will you do?" I groan. She narrows her eyes at me. Maybe I really have to do this. I mumble quietly and open the door of fridge and take the tray of eggs. Then I break four eggs into a bowl and put two cup sugar, vanilla, butter in it and start mixing with a hand beater. "Are we making a huge amount?" I ask her. "No....thirty maybe." She replies, mixing whisk flour and chocolate chips and other ingredients for the cookie dough.

“Chocolate Chip Cookies. They have chips flavored in three kinds of chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, and butterscotch.” She pulled a cookie from the folds of a napkin arranged to keep them warm. “They’re for the person who can’t make up her mind.” Mackenzie studied the cookie as Judi placed it in her hand. “Too bad you can’t do the same thing with men… bake them all into a single cookie, so you don’t have to pick just one.” With her eyes wide, Mackenzie stared at the older woman. “I don’t have any men to pick from.” Judi tucked a stray curl back into her scarf.

"V, I'm a hacker, not Martha Stewart. Fine... searching... okay. Ultimate Revenge Chocolate Chip Cookies. High sugar, high butter, low room for error. I’m projecting the ingredients onto your contact lens now." I moved with a frantic, focused energy. Flour, sugar, butter. I slammed the ingredients onto the marble island. Mia stood by the door, arms crossed, looking like a miniature version of a courtroom judge. "You're doing it wrong," she said after five minutes. "The butter has to be soft. You’re hitting it like you want to kill it." "Maybe I do," I grunted, grabbing a wooden spoon and attacking the bowl. I felt the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. My blouse was sticking to my back,

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.

“Fine, I promise. But I think I’ll be okay. Besides, baking is therapeutic. It’s hard to feel faint when you’re covered in flour.” Mia laughed again, the sound brightening the room. “Well, just don’t go mixing up the salt and sugar. We wouldn’t want Beta Damon thinking you’re trying to poison him with your cookies.” “Oh, trust me,” I said, shaking my head as I scooped more dough. “I’m only trying to sweeten him up. No poisons here!” As the cookies began to bake, the warm aroma filled the kitchen, mingling with our laughter. It felt good to share this moment with Mia, to let go of my worries, if only for a little while. I could already envision Damon’s surprised face when I gifted him the coo

Clara smiled at her excitement. “Is it like pancakes or something?” Cyra asked her, extremely curious to know everything. “Yes, you can make it as a pancake or muffin, muffins but I prefer them as cookies more. This way they came out more nutritious as well as tasty,” Cyra keenly heard her every word which doubled her excitement….but that excitement started vanishing as the time proceeded further and she watched her making those same exact looking cookies which she had seen and tasted before. But Cyra kept her mouth sealed.