Pure Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

Lily challenged. "You mean poker?" Lyla asked and Lily nodded "No thanks, I don't want to taint my victory," Lyla rejected. "How about I make it interesting," Lily said with a smirk. "How interesting?" Lyla questioned as Derrick looked on. "The winner gets to eat lunch prepared by Derrick," replied Lily. "Hey!" Derrick said with an eyebrow raised and Lily winked at him. "Plus, chocolate fudge," Lyla suggested. "Done," Lily replied and Derrick's jaw dropped.

And because she and the other staff did a wonderful job here, I won't blurt any insult for today, maybe? Ambling carefully towards the opened French door that will lead me to the terrace, I find myself stopping as soon as I hear a small crunching sound. I turned to where I came from and caught Lily holding a pink macaroon she had already bitten into. She was also surprised because I caught her snacking on our props. She smiles sheepishly then takes then pushes the remaining macaroon straight into her mouth.

I see Lily on her phone, and she sees the plate. "They want freshly baked cookies." I say. I slam the plate down, and go to the freezer to get the cookie dough. "We should poison the cookies." Lily says evilly. "Trust me, it wouldn't work out in the end. If one of them tried to sue me, they'll get their fancy lawyers and win." "I don't understand why they're all snotty. They would be nothing without their daddy's money." Lily says, helping me scoop the dough. Soon we're done, and put the batch in the oven. I grab a sliced apple, and dip it into the Nutella. A few seconds later, I hear they're blasting one of Sylvester's songs.

Lily said and I squeezed tight my eyes, forcing a lump down my throat to keep my emotions in check. “Can we talk about anything but him?” I said and it took a while for Lily to nod her head. “Care for some honey cookies?” She asked. “Honey cookies?” I repeated after her with a glee in my heart. “Whoa! I love that so much.” “I will be right back.” She said and got up to leave. A moment later, Lily arrived with a tray. Plate of cookies, jar of juice, mashed potatoes and scrambled eggs, and pancakes.

There was no one to impress, no one who would notice or care. The lock on my door clicked; a sound so familiar I could distinguish it from all other basement noises, and Lily slipped inside, her face flushed with exertion and something else. Excitement, perhaps. It looked strange on her face; we'd both learned to keep our expressions neutral, our emotions hidden deep where they couldn't be used against us. "Quick," she whispered, producing a small, misshapen object from beneath her shirt. "Before anyone sees." I recognized it as a cake only by the single candle stuck into its center. It was lopsided and frosted unevenly, clearly pilfered in pieces and reassembled in secret.

Lily's POV. After taking shower, I wear simple informal floral peachy halter neck dress and make some dinner with Ryan. This night won't be like the last one we had when Richard came knocking. This night we will enjoy our little dinner together alone. We decide to make five cheese marinara pasta, caprese garlic bread with green salad and tomato soup. For dessert Ryan has already ordered something from outside which I don't know what it is but his smile tells me that it is going to be fantastic and definitely chocolatey.

Family could not be neglected. Upon my arrival home, the delightful aroma of cookies baking filled the air. Lily dashed into the hallway, sporting a large apron. “Mama!” she exclaimed, excitedly presenting a cookie. “I made this.” I took it from her hand with care. “It looks amazing.” “It is.” Just then, Liam appeared behind her. “Mine is better.” Lily instantly pouted. “No, it’s not.” “Yes, it is.” I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Some things never seemed to change. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to push everything else aside—the investigation, Harold, Amanda, the photos.

That seemed to raise some red flags as far as Leila was concerned At the sound of Mrs. Morten’s footsteps echoing back across the linoleum kitchen, both girls scrambled to take a seat on the couch before they were caught snooping. Zen remembered to be the picture of modesty by crossing her legs at the ankle as their host came into the living room carrying a tray with iced tea, lemonade, and what appeared to be Fig Newtons. Leila remembered those nasty cookies from her childhood, the only ones her grandmother would keep in her house, and the only dessert she would serve her granddaughters. That was the only thing Leila and Lily had ever agreed on, as both girls found the cookies gross and fed

White flowers for my innocent daughter. He'd also brought bags of candy and small toys. Chocolate chip cookies. Gummy bears. A coloring book with princess themes. Things that would have delighted her beyond measure. Liam knelt, arranging everything with a solemn care that broke my heart. Then he did something that shattered what was left of my heart. He knelt, and with the sleeve of his expensive suit, he gently wiped the glass over Lily's photograph. He polished it until her smile shone through, bright and clear.

~~Edward~~ “Uncle!” Lily screeched, running towards me. Her clothes are almost drenched, stained plus her hair and face covered in white patches. What the hell is going on here. What is this woman doing to my niece. “Lily, what happened” I asked bending to face her “Nothing, Katherine and I are making cookies” she said happily “What? You need to take your bath and change princess” “No!” She pouted “I want to see the cookies”