Parfait Cookie Fanart の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 1 Lena adjusted the pearl earring with tight fingers, determined not to let her hand tremble. The woman in the mirror was Claire's blonde loveliness, Claire's slender face, and Claire's silk designer shirt. But it was wrong. The image was strange Behind her back, Ethan's voice rumbled as he came into their bedroom, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You look gorgeous, sweetheart." Sweetheart. Not Lena. Not Claire. She swallowed. "Are you sure this is me?" Her voice was light and playful because it had to be.

“ They are cooled. Just make sure you decorate them properly, no weird colours, Sky.” He rolled his eyes before disappearing into the kitchen, just as fast as he had come. It was two minutes past noon, and business had slowed. I focused on decorating the cakes, stopping only to serve the occasional customers. As I added the final touches to the cake, dancing slowly to the country music that boomed out of the speakers, a song about a love that could never be. I heard the front bell jingle, indicating that someone had walked in. “Welcome to Macdees,” I called out in a sing-song voice, my hands steady on the piping bag. “Today’s special is the carrot cake....”

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

At 3 pm, Ms. Perfect is sitting across a table from Kate in a makeshift office that used to be an attic. The inwardly sloping ceiling is painted taffy-pink and plastered with leopard prints; posters of kittens that would’ve looked cute and at home on the web but were printed and blown up so they’re just scary; magazine cutouts of the Pope; painting replicas of the Virgin Mary and Jesus; and posters of quotes like: | Dance like no one

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

The saleswoman pointed to the cookies in transparent plastic with designs of colorful trees, houses, seas, and shells in one pack. “I have free samples, ma’am.” The saleswoman showed me a transparent jar with cookies in it. “I’ll try one.” The saleswoman opened the jar, and I took the sea design, since my favorite color is blue. When I bit into the cookies, they were delicious. The colorful icing gives them sweetness, while the cookies themselves are not too sweet, so the sweetness is balanced. They are not so hard to bite that they hurt my teeth while I bite into them. “Can I have another one? I’ll let my companion taste it.” I said to the saleswoman. “He’ll pay for it.” I added in a whispe

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

“Be careful what you wish for, doll,” Cookie rolled her eyes at this, her shoulders sagging in a bit of disappointment and thoughts of impending defeat but she wasn’t ready to give up. Not when the previous texts proved that Jamie was gradually giving in. If she had to seduce him for him to see the light, then she was going to do it and she’d enjoy it while at it. Thus, instead of heeding to his warning, she quickly took off her panties and took another photo of her fingers spreading her drenched slit. Thereafter, she sent it to him with the caption: “But I can’t daddy. I want this so badly that my kitty is drenched and my fingers aren’t doing it anymore. I want something bigger,”