Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

He asked with a smile plastered on his face. "Nothing...em.. I'll just take the vanilla cookie mixed with a little bit of white chocolate flavor." I said to him and pursed my lips. "Vanilla. Hmm." He said breathing in. "What?" I asked him this time. "Vanilla reminds me of you. The first time I saw you." He said and smiled at me. "Yeah about that? When did you actually see me? For the first time." I asked him curiously. I wanted to know if he remembered. Because I still did.

the maids and chefs chorused as I entered the kitchen. “Good morning. These look wonderful,” I said, gesturing to the two long tables filled with dessert. “You made sure the cookies were–” “Vanilla flavoured. As little sugar as possible,” Diana and two other chefs chorused. “Just like Alpha likes.” I flushed, trying to figure out the number of times I had said those words that they would know them by heart. “G-Good to know.” Reaching for the nearest cupcake, I took a bite, moaning as it melted in my mouth.

“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.

he asks me, and follows it up with, “these cookies are excellent. I taste a little something different in them too.” I feel my cheeks turn red. I’m not use to getting any kind of praise, not even for my cooking. “I added pure vanilla bean to the dough so it would bring out the sweetness of the cookies.” I respond shyly. “As far as other things I like to do, well, I play my guitar and sing a little. Self taught with the guitar too.” Preemptively answering that question before he asks. “What do you sing? I would love to hear you sing sometime.” He says.

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..."

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.

“Taste this.” I raised an eyebrow at her and plopped the small cookie into my mouth. I chewed slowly, savoring the otherworldly flavor. It was like someone wove butter and spring air together, danced in the moonlight with vanilla, and had sixteen priestesses bless the sugar. The cookie melted on my tongue as if they carved it straight from a cloud. “Woah….” I sat there for a second, overwhelmed by the simple bite I just took. “That was my recipe, but enhanced by Nix herself.” Melody shook her head. “It was in my hand after our last session and I came back to myself.”

Finally she opened the bag and it had a tomato and avocado sandwich, a bottle of ginger ale and a huge cookie inside of it. She smiled, at first this didn't have her boss written all over it but now it did. He was trying to woo her, being undeniably sweet—she didn't like that, whatever game he was playing was working as she took a seat and took a bite of her cookie, letting out a moan as it melted straight into her mouth with the fudge-y insides dancing with her taste buds. It was merely a coincidence as there was no way he knew her favorite cookie was the warm fudge with marshmallow toasted on it.

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 man stepped towards the girl with a small smile of his own, hands lifting and drawing her stomach against his, the fabric of his own shirt she wore crumpled. The girl's heart beat dully in her chest, an unpredictable movement she found bouncing around in the cage of her ribs every moment the man touched her. She smiled, freckles projected by a stain of deep pink that stripped away the common, pale veneer of her skin. "What kind of cereal do you have?" Her voice was small and sweet, just as always, just as expected. "Cocoa Puffs if you agree to get a little more sleep after," "Straight after?"