Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

“I just have to walk within smelling distance of a pastry, and I put on a kilo. It is so not fair.” “I like the kilos, more to grip whilst I f-k you,” Raven leered, selecting the vanilla slice, and dividing it in half. He transferred half onto the plate next to the apricot Danish, and half the apricot Danish onto his plate before taking up a forkful of custard. “Can I tempt you, Temptation?” He offered the fork to her.

"Chocolate chip cookies?" Ramona nodded enthusiastically, her pain momentarily forgotten in anticipation of the decadent treat. The two of them made their way to the kitchen, Lady Mary immediately donning an apron and setting to work. Ramona, her movements cautious and tender, measured out the ingredients as Lady Mary whisked them together, the gentle rhythm of her motions filling the cozy space. The heavenly aroma of baking cookies soon drifted through the house, stirring a shared sense of eagerness between the pair. As the cookies emerged from the oven, golden and inviting, Lady Mary and Ramona exchanged a look of pure delight. The first bite, a blissful blend of gooey chocolate and butter

"Are there not enough cookies?" Zaire held a cookie in front of my lips. His other hand rested under my chin as I took half a bite. I shook my head happily. The sweetness of the chocolate spread melted on my tongue. Plus the crunchy outside yet soft inside texture further increased my appetite. Cookies with perfect doneness! Zaire stared at me silently and then chose to pop the other half of the cookie into his mouth. His brow furrowed as his teeth worked hard.

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.

He smiled, “We can do that.” As soon as we walked in, I went straight to the kitchen and took butter and milk out of the refrigerator. I put sugar and cocoa in a large skillet, then the butter and a little milk. While we were waiting for that to boil, I took out the vanilla extract, extra crunchy peanut butter and oatmeal. I asked my mate, “Do you like coconut?” He shrugged, “I don’t really like it.” I took out the aluminum foil and asked my mate, I need two fairly large sheets of this on the island. When it started boiling, I had to keep stirring for a minute, then I turned off the heat and took it to the island. I added the vanilla, then kept stirring and asked Joshua, “Would you please ad

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.

My likeness of her was long gone and I had no idea why. "We have so many flavors available today. We have the Vanilla Flavor, Chocolate Flavor, Strawberry Flavor, Butterscotch Flavor, Cake Batter Flavor, Chocolate Chip Flavor, Coffee Flavor, Rocky Road Flavor,Cookies and Cream Flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Flavor, Black Raspberry Chip flavor, Mint Chocolate Chip Flavor and the Raspberry Ripple." She read from the computer in front of her and then released a sigh when she was done. She looked back up her very well practiced smile gracing her lips yet again.

Pure, irresponsible, comforting sugar. So I found myself walking into the small dessert shop across from my house, the air-conditioning hitting my face like a blessing. I didn’t even look at the menu. I already knew what I wanted. “Two scoops of vanilla, one caramel, and a box of chocolate chip cookies, please.” The guy at the counter blinked like I had just confessed a crime. I didn’t care. Today earned it. While I waited, I pulled out my phone and called Tracy. She picked on the first ring like she was waiting for my gist.

Vanilla and cherry sponge cake, vanilla yogurt, vanilla cookies with chocolate topping, vanilla and chocolate chip cookies. We all have our ideal flavours. While I'm a freak with lust for strawberries, banana and coconut, Kyle is chocolate obsessed and Ali has a vanilla pact. She's consuming so many vanillas in a short time but with the most elegant pace I've ever seen a person eat. Suddenly she stops and starts coughing. I begin to panic but she lifts her hand up at me in signal to stop as she downs a glass of water. I finally relax knowing she's fine, at least physically.