Novel & Cerita Parfait Cookie Fanart

Cookie started, "as a matter of fact, I think you are wonderfully dressed. I mean you look so gorgeous in those.." Martina blushed with a smiled at this. Don't be in an hurry girl.. Your smile will soon fade. Cookie mentally said. "But I'm wondering." Cookie tapped her cheeks as she continued, "isn't this clothes too lovely for a vile girl like you that has an empty brain? A coconut head?" And that did the magic. You should have seen the way Martina's smile fell and was replaced by a sudden frown.. Hahaha.. Cookie laughed mentally. "My brain's not empty neither do I have a coconut head. Mtcheww." Martina hissed.

"The place with the little chairs! The pretty one!" I knew she meant the boutique near the gallery district, a high-end dessert shop known for its hand-painted petit fours and velvet armchairs. I glanced at Bonnie. “Does that sound okay to you, Bonnie? Or are you too tired?” Bonnie met my eyes in the mirror. For a moment, she looked like she might decline, but then she gave a small, dignified nod. “I like their pistachio macarons,” she said quietly. “Then it’s settled,” I said, turning the wheel.

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

out.The next thing that happens catches me off guard. “Ah". I scream but it comes out gurgled.Adrian pulls my tongue harder and I his arm to make him let go of it but he doesn't budge. My eyes dart to Annalia and Mariquita but they are smiling, they are not even making an attempt to help me. I give them a look that says “Help” but they just shrug their shoulders.I'm about to give Adrian a pleading look and then my saviour arrives. “Let go of her tongue Adrian or you are not getting any of these pastries". I hear Matteo's voice from behind me. “Ah come on". Adrian gives a sign of disapproval but still let's go of my tongue and then wipes off his fingers on my top. “You are an idiot". I say a

“Sounds good, as long as it would just be the two of us there.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Tomi snaps at me as I smiled at her. “Don’t worry babe, I know Tomi has been overstepping herself, you can have me all to yourself later today.” Kola teased as I couldn’t control my smile, I bent my head to hide it as Kola laughed at me. “You two are so sickly sweet.” Alice cooed. “Thanks.” Kola and I replied at the same time as I glance at Tomi face to see her frown. I guess that in a way, I won this match.

My long ginger hair is tied in a half bun contrasting with my yellow summer dress. A small smile graces my lips as I remember the person who took this picture; my Mate, Samson, the man who took my breath away every time he smiled. He was just perfect, so perfect that at times I would question his existence. His thought alone made my eyes water again and in no time I was crying like a baby in my bed while holding tight on the pillow imagining him and staring at the picture kept at my nightstand.

he comforted and I huffed at him. I'd never seen a sexy cow but the weight gain was quite normal during pregnancy, along with the cravings. _____ Flash Back To Two Months Ago "Sebastian, I want ice cream," I said as I shook his sleeping figure next to me. "Em, it's one in the morning," he groaned as he woke and turned on the lights. "Yes, but the baby doesn't care about that. We want ice cream." "What flavor?" "Cherry vanilla," I answered with a satisfied smile as he got up from the bed and left the room.

"I promise." I wanted to touch him, and I had no idea why. His facial features were angular and his lips were full and his eyelashes were so long—this man was just gorgeous and in such a different way from Xavier. He was also absolutely covered in tattoos and if he weren't sitting on the other couch, I definitely would have had to bury myself in the forest after failing to keep my hands to myself. Tattoos weren't very common in my pack, so I'd always wondered if the skin felt different there. "Darling you're staring," Laian drawled in amusement, his eyes never leaving his book.

he said in a deep tone causing Felica to get up at once and leave the room. Hamilton watched her leave but deep down he knew that Felicia would skim something against Monalisa. That's no concern of his, provided she would carry out her plot against her when he was done using her. Hamilton stood up from his chair and went to get ready himself to meet Monalisa, he is already wondering what she would taste like because to him all the girls he had had tastes different and so far Felicia had been the one who tasted better than the rest which was why she still has a spot in Viper City even though he was already getting tire of her.

After school, Tukijo chased Markonah, who was almost past the front of the cooperative. "Markonah!" call Tukijo. "What's wrong, Tukijo?" said Markonah, stopping her steps. "Erm, that... you're going to the bakery, right?" "Yes, why?" "Emm...." Tukijo weaved his fingers against each other. Actually he wanted to invite Markonah to ride on his bicycle. However, the sound of Markonah's cellphone vibrating made Tukijo unable to continue his words. Markonah took her cell phone from her skirt pocket and saw that there was a call from someone. Tukijo glanced at Markonah's cellphone and found the contact name 'My Love' which made her cellphone vibrate.