Novel & Cerita Mystical Flower Cookie

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

She quickly ducked her head and pulled out the brochure. “Here, help me pick what suits me,” she said, nudging his arm off casually. “Woah, this one’s perfect for you!” Mariel exclaimed, sliding in beside Anton. But Flora Amor’s attention had already drifted to the sleek car that pulled up in front of the commerce department. She glanced casually, then froze when she saw who stepped out. “Are you sure you really want a makeup kit?” Mariel asked, raising a brow. “I need it for Anton’s dad’s birthday. I can’t just show up with powder on my face,” Flora Amor said.

Fleur’s Point of View A sense of gratitude started my mood, for I just finished cutting a block of dark chocolate that I had newly mixed in the cookie dough. It still needs to chill for tomorrow’s batch of orders. The whole room, No! The entire apartment is being consumed by the yummy base notes of vanilla.

I grin picking up the food, throwing fluttering lashes of adoration at him with a grin. “I clearly do … I even bought you this.” Arrick pulls a bag from his jacket pocket, a flat, striped paper bag I don’t recognize and take it from him. Opening carefully, I realize it contains a wrapped cookie in rainbow colors with a sticker that reads. Magical Unicorn Cookie It’s a colorful, chocolate and candy stuffed cookie in supersize and looks like he brought it back with him from wherever they were today. My heart does a happy little skip and almost melts with the gooeyness of how incredibly cute he can be when I least expect it.

Isabella's POV The scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the apartment—like a memory trying to find its way home. I stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, flour dusting my wrists, the oven humming in the background. A batch of hazelnut toffee cookies sat cooling near the edge, golden and crisp, while another tray baked inside. Beside me, the open folder of clues and Mia’s old recipe notebook created a strange contrast—one sweet, the other unsettling. I was trying to stay grounded.

The smell inside was heavy with crushed leaves and ground roots. “Do you have moonflower powder?” I asked the old man behind the counter. He studied me for a moment, then turned to fetch a small clay jar. I handed over the money, my hand already twitching to move faster. By the time we regrouped at the inn, the sun was fully up. We cleared the kitchen table, spreading out the ingredients, Lily’s Bloom, moonflower powder, ground silverleaf, and a vial of morning dew Emily had somehow managed to get from the wellspring.

I grabbed a bouquet of red and white rose flowers and also decided to get Aiden's favorite cookies before I started walking towards the counter and gave the items I bought to the sales girl. “Everything is $45,” The sales girl told me and I nodded, bringing out a $50 note from my small purse and gave the money to the sales girl, and she helped me pack the flowers and cookies.

“Because the mystical flower is meant only for a woman’s body, not men. So, only woman can pluck it." "Oh." "If you want it for a man, then that's the wrong flower for you.” “Huh?” “What?” “How do you know that?” “Because I read." "I know that. I'm talking about the mystical flower?" "Because I study herbology and read about the mystical flower before.” “Oh. Yeah. I know that.” Eric was crossing his arms together. “Sure. Sure, you know.” “What does that mean?” Eric frowned. “Oh, you know. If I was those other women, I’m sure you wouldn’t even ask me how I know. Because you know me well enough to not even ask.”

I took out the flour and placed it on the table. "What about the flowers? We were working on that before the warriors came." My hands that were already reaching for the chocolate stopped midway as the realization that I was cutting flowers before the warrior came hit me. "Oh shoot! I forgot about that. What should we do?" I asked, turning to face her in panic. But Trisha only responded with a laugh. "Don't worry Luna, I'll ask an omega to finish up with the Flowers. "I'm sorry, or can we finish up with the Flowers first before making the cookies?"

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”