Parfait Cookie Fanart の小説・ストーリー

I closed Oden's door behind me as I silently trekked through the home, making my way to the kitchen. My eyes looked around the modern minimalist home. The lights automatically turned on when I entered the kitchen. I walked to the pantry before I took out the container where Penelope kept all of my cookies stashed for my midnight runs. I smiled as the smell of the cookies wafted to my nose, "mhm, yes," I let out a happy breath before I placed the container on the quartz countertop. I walked to the fridge and pulled out the carton of milk. I turned around to find a glass before I walked back to the countertop and filled up my glass with milk. I returned the carton of milk back to the fridge be

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Writing this book allowed me to delve into the intricacies of human emotions, and I’m grateful for every moment you spent with these characters. Thank you for allowing me to share this story with you. May the essence of Perfect Love lingers in your hearts long after the last word. With all my love, Clara J. Stari

left a message, "Can anyone understand how I feel right now? I really want to kneel down for Zoey! That was just too cool!" "ZoeyDiamondFan" admired, "Zoey is like a goddess! Beautiful, with a beautiful voice, and great designs, and that kick was just perfect!" Ariana's fan club account "Ariana'sFanClub" retorted, "You guys should stop. Stop praising one and belittling another! Ariana is kind-hearted and often visits orphanages and nursing homes to do volunteer work." "ArianaFan" also spoke up, "No one is perfect! Ariana has already apologized. What more do you want? Don't you know Zoey had an incestuous abortion when she was a teenager?"

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

“There are… so many of them.” He smirked, squeezing back. “Apparently cat-shifters sell.” A group of girls waved from the front row, one of them holding a plush orange kitten. Another wore a shirt that said Team Feral Love. I burst out laughing, nerves melting just a little. Goose’s smug face stared at me from a life-sized cardboard cutout propped beside the table, complete with a sparkly collar tag that read Official Purrspiration. I pointed at it, turning to Ace. “Did you do this?”

The curtains were closed after that, and the comments that popped up were all exclaiming in delight. "No wonder Austin's such a popular villain! Did you see how handsome he was in the morning light? Oh my god, I can't breathe properly." "I think I know why that transmigrator left in the end. Do you know how torturous it must have been for her in the past five years? "She had such a handsome man by her side, and yet, she wasn't allowed to touch him. I'd have given up a long time ago if I were her!" "Does anyone have the emoji sticker with the crotch on fire? Send it to me, please. I need it right now."

I retorted. "I'm complimenting my daughter. What's it got to do with you?" I laughed. Halfway through the party, I got up to use the restroom. When I came back out into the hallway, there was a gift box sitting on the floor with a note attached, reading, "To Fiona." Confused, I looked around and happened to catch a figure disappearing down the hallway. A dark gray coat. A tall, broad back. My footsteps faltered for a second. It was Preston. I recognized him immediately.

“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.