Parfait Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

said Darko sarcasticly. Amanda glanced sarcastically. "I didn't think you can cook all this," Amanda's mouth itched to say such a thing. Darko smiled crookedly. "You can see how multitalentent I am. Aren't I included in the ranks of perfect men, so desired and dreamed of the women out there?" "Tch! Unfortunately I'm not one of those women.” Avoid Amanda, eventhough her lips and heart didn't match. "Really? I feel so excited to conquer you," said Darko while slicing salmon on his plate.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

The morning dissolved into flour covered chaos Charlotte precisely measuring ingredients while lecturing about proper technique, James creating abstract cookie shapes that bore no resemblance to intended forms, Damien mediating between perfectionist six year old and enthusiastic three-year-old. “This is chaos,” Damien observed, wiping flour from James’s face for the third time. “This is family tradition,” Seraphine corrected, photographing the mess for future blackmail purposes. “Chaotic but ours.” By noon, they had three dozen cookies in various shapes and levels of structural integrity. Charlotte arranged them on a special plate designated “FOR SANTA” with elaborate precision. “These are P

Faera explained to Barrett, she’s supposed to be the one to punish Cliverio, however, her past action cannot be at fault as well, it was for the best. “Had I known he would be in such a state, I should have snapped his head at that time.” Barrett smiled to console her friend. “Regretting it won’t help, however you have a reason why you did that right?” “As expected, only Barrett can understand.” Both girls felt the weight on their chest has been lifted, then two other girls entered the tea room with cheerful faces. “We’re here and we brought some cookies! It was the limited edition that was released by Eddie and Yngs pastries!” Mielle immediately brought out the freshly baked cookies and the

And can Dad try one? Portia nodded excitedly. She took the plate with Luna's help and handed it to James, who stared at the plate. There were about 15 cookies, some of them had hearts, some had stars, there was one with the face of some strange cartoon, and the rest had flowers and suns. Then, on another plate, there were four cookies with their names written on them. -Is something wrong? - Luna asked. -No, of course not. - he took one. I bet they're delicious.

"Anything you want to talk about?" I shook my head, forcing a smile. "Just the usual. But I brought you something," I said, holding up the box of cookies. Cole's eyes lit up, and he reached for one, taking a big bite. "Mmm, these are amazing, Nicola," he said, his mouth full, “Arabella is going to go crazy over these.” "Thanks," I said, feeling very happy, "Mr. Paterson actually gave me an A-plus on these." "Wow, that's impressive," Cole said, reaching for another cookie. "Looks like all your hard work is paying off."

"Don't say that! How could you curse yourself like that? Get sufficient rest after the surgery, and you'll recover in no time. After all, you're much stronger than Laila." "I'll cook you a seafood feast after the surgery's over. You love seafood, don't you?" Gazing at me affectionately, Simon held my hand and said, "Don't worry. I hired the best healer to perform the surgery. You'll definitely be fine. Once it's over, I'll buy whatever you want for you." Bile rose in my throat. He bought Laila's favorite necklace in advance, yet when it came to me, he'd only make such empty promises.

Feeling his fingers in her cleavage, which reached down to her lower back, made her shiver for a moment… “Are you cold?” he asked. “A little bit,” he answered to disguise it. They drove to the parking lot and Diana could admire her car. A black Maserati that sparkled as if it were an exotic jewel. Ian looked like a gentleman, he opened the passenger door for her, and for a moment they stood face to face, almost touching noses. “Come in,” he said hoarsely. The car smelled of him, of his manly perfume. Diana closed her eyes for a moment, she wanted to savor a little the chance of having found her and let herself go for as long as she could.

I want to see the furniture. “Lucero, I can already see myself with most of this furniture. Can you imagine how I would decorate my little one's room?” I exclaim, letting out a deep sigh. “If it's a girl, I would love the decoration to be pink with butterfly and flower designs, and... If it's a boy, I would like the decoration to be of clouds, a blue sky, and a huge waterfall.”