Mystic Flour Cookie X Eternal Sugar Cookie Novels & Stories

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

"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.

“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.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

She is still the sweetest thing I have eaten. “Those look good.” Riley states. My eyebrows shoot up damn near to my hairline. My precious jewel just growled at Riley. Let me say that again, she growled. Riley smirks at her, which means she has growled at him before. She threatens his life, telling him that if he even thinks about touching any of this, he will die a painful death. The glare she is sending him could kill, but Riley just laughs. She picks up one of the cookies and tells me about them. They are a mixture of white and dark chocolate with cherry filling. The cupcakes are made with the same flavors. I make a mental note of this. That way, I know what to get her when I nee

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

Then I read them out for them to hear. "Moonlit Flour, Starry Sugar Crystals, Dew of Dawn, Enchanted Yeast, Golden Egg of the Firebird, Elven Herb Blend, Crystal Spring Salt, Pixie Butter, Sunlit Honey, Whispering Cinnamon Dust." I finish reading and look up to see both their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. "That will cost a fortune! How do we get all those ingredients?" George shouts, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide in disbelief. "I can get the ingredients," Dave suddenly says, straightening up slightly.

After ten minutes, the honey turned caramel in colour so I turned off the flame and added a few drops of cold water to stop it from cooking further. I set aside the burnt honey to cool down and took another saucepan to heat butter, sugar, burnt honey and regular honey altogether. After five minutes, I added baking soda and started whisking it until the colour changed while giving tiny bubbles. After it cooled down a little, I added salt and vanilla and gave it a stir. In another small bowl, I whisked the eggs and poured it into the butter honey mixture. After sifting in flour, I started folding like Lily told me to do. When it became cookie-like dough, I covered it and kept it in the fridge.

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?"

“Taste this.” I raised an eyebrow at her and plopped the small cookie into my mouth. I chewed slowly, savoring the otherworldly flavor. It was like someone wove butter and spring air together, danced in the moonlight with vanilla, and had sixteen priestesses bless the sugar. The cookie melted on my tongue as if they carved it straight from a cloud. “Woah….” I sat there for a second, overwhelmed by the simple bite I just took. “That was my recipe, but enhanced by Nix herself.” Melody shook her head. “It was in my hand after our last session and I came back to myself.”