Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

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

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

Madeleine announced, padding barefoot back into the room with a ceramic tray balanced in her hands, her alpaca socks were now gone. Three mugs of chamomile tea and a little plate stacked with what looked like cookies, pale, crumbly things dotted with nuts and seeds. Her eyes flicked between me and Vince, her smile as soft as ever, “I didn’t know if you were hungry, Vincenzo, but it’s chamomile. And vegan cookies, oat flour, almond butter, flaxseed, no dairy, no eggs. I make them all the time for my friends,” she said.

Then, he leaned back and said, “It’s so-so.” He saw Charlie frown, but Adrian dismissed it and reached out for a cookie. He took a bite and had to swallow a moan! The crisp edge gave way to a soft, chewy center, and the bittersweet chocolate melted on his tongue! Then came the nutty crunch of the pistachio, a perfect mix of saltiness and sweetness. It was the best-tasting cookie he had ever tried! However, he dared not express it. Instead, Adrian said, “It’s not bad.”

I didn’t want to seem insensitive after making her spend more time with me when she had her own house. “Ouu, what’s baking… smells good.” Raffael adjusted his cufflinks as he descended the stairs, Ronan trailing after him. Your human flesh would be what’s in the oven if you keep complimenting her. “Peanut butter cookies,” Rosella smiled from where she was making careful shapes on the oven tray. “Without—” “Yes, without vanilla extract,” she said quickly. “I know you’re allergic.” He’s allergic to vanilla extract? “I didn’t know you were allergic to vanilla,” I said slowly.

“The teacher said it must be home made.” Mama was rolling out the dough on the rolling surface. “We made Vanilla cookies and strawberry cookies.” I licked my lips dramatically. “Yemmi,” I groaned. “I wish I was with you guys.” Angelo sighed, “Yeah.” “What’s wrong baby?” I asked. “Nothing, Mom,” Angelo said. “I just missed you.” “I missed you too, baby,” I smiled. “Do you want me to buy you things from here?” He didn’t hear me, busy arguing with aunt Merinda of what colour they should add to the strawberry cookie.

I love it thanks Mom. CASSIE'S POV:- As soon as I stepped in. Mouth watering aroma of vanilla and chocolate filled my lungs and I inhaled it as deep as I could. I ran to the kitchen. I saw a bucket full of cookies on the kitchen counter. Stella filled my mug with her special and yummy hot chocolate. I picked up a cookie and took a bite. It was delicious. Heavenly flavor of vanilla and chocolate burst into my mouth as I moaned excitedly. Stella's voice brought me back to earth.

He wouldn't trade his fiance for the world. "What'd she want? Some good ol' sex." I tease him. "I wish." He says laughing at me as he teasingly pushes me away. "She wanted ice cream and waffles." Chloe, Lucas' fiance, has been pregnant for 6 months and as you can notice, she's been having some midnight cravings for a while now. "Don't get me wrong, I love her so much, but she send me back to make new waffles because the previous ones were too brown." I laugh as I picture Chloe ordering Lucas around all night.

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.