Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

Some supports him but some are very unreasonable. Can ‘she’ tolerate his fans, their love and hate? As usual he got carried away by these questions. He sighed heavily and mumbled "Where are you MY VANILLA?" and drifted to sleep. He didn't know why but he calls his future partner as vanilla. For him, vanilla ice cream is pure as white, smells pleasant, tastes divine, and soft as cloud. He always imagines that his would be wife will be like Vanilla. His favourite Vanilla.

“Let’s go before she drags us there by force.” We end up at a little neon-lit shop on the corner, sticky floors and rainbow sprinkles everywhere. Kenzie orders something violently pink with gummy worms sticking out. Claire gets mint chocolate chip, Aaron orders plain vanilla—of course he does—and I go for cookies and cream, which immediately wins me “coolest grown-up” status with Kenzie.

I said while I walked out the bakery. They stared back in confusion and Hunter was laughing. The moment we reached home, I opened the box of cookies and began devouring them. Jelly jam cookie, there was peanut butter, pumpkin chocolate, Oatmeal, Raisin cookie, chocolate chip and a few more but I forgot the names for it. Hunter brought his mouth close to mine and I stepped back. He opened his mouth wide. I took a bite of my third Chocolate chip cookie and stared at him. "Why is your mouth open?"

" I say slowly and gaze at the bowls and ingredient Cookin "Let's bake cookies." She smiles brightly "Are you short of them? I can buy you some." I say quickly. Oh God, help me, I don't wanna bake small cute cute cookies right now. All I wanna do is find this Martha woman "C'mon. You've been so lazy recently. Fetch some eggs from fridge and start to mix with sugar and vanilla "What will you do?" I groan She narrows her eyes at m Maybe I really have to do this. I mumble quietly and open the door of fridge and take the tray of eggs. Then I break four eggs into a bowl and put two cup sugar, vanilla, butter in it and start mixing with a hand beate

Blair's P.O.V In the kitchen, Jane had indeed brought cookies; she might've gone a little overboard, though. There were so many different kinds—chocolate chip, sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, oatmeal raisin, and something that simply smelled like heaven involving peanut butter. My favorite. She sat at the counter, chatting with the cook, but her smile dimmed a little when she saw me. "Hey, Blair. Is everything okay? You look..."

he told the cashier. I turned to him with a blank stare. “That’s it? Vanilla?” Ryker shrugged. “What’s wrong with vanilla?” I blinked at him. “What’s wrong with—? It’s literally the most boring flavor in existence! You had all these options, and you went with vanilla?” Ryker lifted a brow. “What do you want me to get? That blue monstrosity?” “It’s called unicorn delight,” I said, reading off the placard holding the name up.

Once in her hands, Maria's big emerald eyes ogled the tasty treat in her hand. The vanilla waffle cone was dipped in chocolate with white, red, and pink sprinkles on top. For her choice of ice cream flavor, Maria picked vanilla and chocolate swirl which was topped off with pink edible pearls, a bark of peppermint chocolate, and a pink icing sugar cookie shaped like a heart. "It's beautiful~!" Maria was in a state of awe, drool shamelessly running down the side of her mouth.

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.

The delicate scent of lavender mixed with vanilla and brown sugar to create something deliciously unique. I grabbed the cookie, and took a bite, wrinkling my nose when something salty crossed my tongue. “Too much salt.” She sighed softly, snatching the oven mitts from off the counter. With her hands on her hips, she glared at the remaining cookies in the oven. “You know, when your grandma gave me this recipe, I thought there would be actual measurements.” “Grandma never measures anything.” I chuckled, my eyes straying to where Giovanni sat, a dark glass of blood in his hands.

“No-bake cookies!” She hurried forward and started to reach out, only to pause and eye me curiously. “Are these…?” I laughed and swept out a hand. “Help yourself.” “Oh wow, thank you. Oh! Mmm. These are really good.” She swiped at her chin when some chocolate-covered oats drizzled down. I brightened as I watched the two sisters devour them as if they were starving. “Thanks. I go a tad bit heavier on the vanilla and peanut butter, lighter on the milk.”