Mystic Flour Cookie X Eternal Sugar Cookie Novels & Stories

"My mate never tells me anything related to his job. I don't know, Cora." I know her mate is a dignified person; otherwise, the Alpha wouldn't have trusted him. But sometimes, I feel like he's full of secrets. I've met him a couple of times, but I rarely talk to him. He's cold and distant most of the time, so I wonder how Anastasia manages to handle him. "You can't ask him?" I asked, curious. She heaved a sigh and shrugged. I know she hates to be nosy, but aren't partners supposed to know about each other's activities? It's a way to build trust. Well, I'm not entirely familiar with how relationships work, but shouldn't it be like that?

“Wow, that's awful,” “Heh,” Cecil chuckled lightly, taking a sip from her tea. “He forgot me quicker than I thought.” I didn't press her for more details. It was clear from her expression and gestures that she wasn't comfortable talking about her past relationship, and honestly, I wasn't either. Taking a cue from her, I took a sip of my tea and selected one of the vibrantly colored cookies from the tray. “These are from Meyers. They make the best rainbow cookies,” Cecil informed me, a wide smile brightening her face.

It would help the Supernatural Council as well. ‘We’re completely on board with whatever you’d like to do, babe,’ he promised me. ‘That we do, Little Fae,’ Byron added. My attention turned back to Imeela and Jackson, knowing what my answer was. “What’s that condition going to be?” “I want you to teach me the super-secret Precoza baklava recipe. The one with the additional nutmeg.” I was serious too. I did not joke about baklava. Not one fucking bit. That recipe was a necessity. In all seriousness, I could probably orgasm from the taste alone. It was that fucking mind-blowing.

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

༺❀༻ Back at Nathan’s apartment, the next day, the storm began. Sophia and Elena returned from the market with three bulging paper bags — flour, sugar, butter, vanilla, chocolate, berries, bananas, cinnamon, pie tins, muffin trays, and one suspiciously large bag labeled “Extra Flaky Crust Mix – Foolproof.” They tied on aprons — Sophia in a faded blue one that read “Kiss the Cook (If You Dare),” Elena in a black one that said “I Bake Because Screaming Is Frowned Upon.”

Two days with her and she already understands how my mind works. “And delicious fresh-baked cookies.” I spit the sentence out so fast it all sounds like one word. “They do traditional flavors, seasonal flavors, and two weekly flavors that they rotate, and this week it’s blueberry lemon and salted caramel chocolate chip and both of those are my favorite!” Goddess, I am rambling like fucking Wesley right now.

“Lemme know when you need me to lick the spoon.” Creaming butter and powdered sugar together released a familiar sugary scent, way better than any expensive aromatherapy. Domini sifted the dry ingredients into the industrial mixer. She poured in white chocolate chips, and butterscotch chips and hand stirred the thick mixture, keeping the consistency between cake batter and cookie dough. She dumped the mix into a rectangular cake pan and set it on the middle rack of the smallest oven. She grabbed a saucepan, determined to nail down a souped-up version of mole sauce she’d been messing with for months.

"Becca, did you make these yourself? I haven't had a chance to taste them yet." Rebecca smiled in response. "I learned how to make these cookies from Chef Flanney at Four Seasons. I couldn't think of anything you need, so it might be a waste to buy you something. That's why I made some cookies myself. I hope you like them." The cookies were shaped like apples. They looked so convincing that one might mistake them for real apples if they were the same size. "They're so beautiful that I can't bear to eat them." Rachel exclaimed. She took a careful bite and revealed an expression of pleasant surprise. "These taste great. It's much better than those overly sweet cakes from the pastry shops. Inde

Throwing that question also revealed my lack of knowledge of the baking world. "Sure, you can. You can put everything to make tasty cookies." She smiled, which showed wisdom through the wrinkles on her face. She was around Dad's age or probably a bit older. "I'm just asking because pups usually love macaroons, too. And the key ingredient is almond flour." "But I buy almond, not almond flour." "That's why you might need almond flour for macaroons." She winked, and I couldn't help but laugh. I just realized she lured me to buy more.

Maya grabs a container of leftover pasta from the fridge. “I'm starving. Have you eaten?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. “Not really.” I've barely been able to keep anything down all day. My stomach has been in knots since I woke up this morning. “Perfect. Let's make something.” Her eyes light up the way they always do when she has an idea. “Cookies. We should make cookies.” “Cookies?” “Yes! Chocolate chip. The good kind with the chunks, not the chips.” She's already pulling out flour and sugar from the cabinet. “Come on, it will be fun. We've not done anything fun in forever.”