Pure Vanilla Cookie Novels & Stories

Inside the bag, two tiny great-great-great-grandkittens of Biscuit let out synchronized mews through the tote bag holes. "Tesco value brand," Noah swore, raising his right hand. "£0.30 for the whole pack. Half cookie costs exactly fifteen pence. I paid with copper coins I found in my Primark hoodie pocket." Fourth Rose picked up the half cookie. She inspected the edges, looking for any sign of gourmet chocolate or gold leaf that a billionaire heir might try to sneak past her. Finding only cheap supermarket raisins and dry flour, she took a bite. "It's dry," she said, chewing slowly.

“What did I just say?” “Government stuff.” She stared at me. “Very important government stuff.” “You’re impossible.” “And hungry.” “You ate lunch.” “That was four hours ago.” She glanced toward the vending machines. “There are cookies.” “Those things are disgusting.” “They’re Chips Ahoy.” “Exactly.” She looked offended on behalf of the cookie industry. “What kind of cookies meet your standards?” “Homemade.” “Of course.” “Chocolate chip. Still warm. Little soft in the middle.” She stared at me.

"Don’t move. I’m about to bring back the cure to heartbreak." I watched him walk to the counter, moving easily through the crowd of teenagers. He pointed at the display, nodded at something the server said, and then waited. When he returned, he held a large glass bowl filled with vanilla ice cream that looked like it had been scooped straight from the heavens. Caramel drizzled down the sides, pooling at the base, and crushed Oreos were sprinkled on top. A silver spoon stuck out at an angle. "This is about five servings," I said, staring at it. "That’s too much sugar in a day."

“I’m not decent!” His eyes rake over me. “I’d argue otherwise.” From behind his back he reveals a small plate; on top of it is a pair of carefully stacked chocolate chip cookies. The big thick kind you need two hands to hold while eating as they crumble from their own weight. “It’s a shame you skipped out on dinner. But I figure you don’t want to miss out on dessert.” My mouth tingles as I salivate. “I’m fine.” I’m not fine I’m not fine oh God I want those cookies!

While it was getting ready, we walked over to the cold-stone section. “Oh my, so many flavors to choose from. What’s your favorite?” Precious asked, turning her gaze to me while I shrugged. “I don’t really have the time to come out here but I’ll go with the plain vanilla” she scrunched her nose and sighed. “As expected, Mr. Billionaire. Let’s add some life to your plainness, shall we? We’ll have one scoop of sweet vanilla and double chocolate in a love-it size cup, with uhm, waffles, gummy bears, sprinkles, and m&m toppings, please.” She ordered while I stared at her in surprise.

She felt eyes on her and she peered up to met the eyes of the boy. “What would you like with that?” He asked pointing below the glass shelf that had many displays of cakes and pastries. There were so many watering snacks to pick from that it made Maria indecisive. “I’d recommend the chocolate cookie,” He pointed to the one in front of her. “It’s a personal favorite of mine.” The cookie was in two layers with toppings on top and cream on top. It looked absolutely delicious and her mouth watered. The boy handed her one on a plate and said, “We allow new customers to try our snacks before buying one.”

He’d hate it. “Hii! Some cookies to go with them…” Nose covered in white flour, Ian presented a tray of bad-looking treats. They didn’t taste bad, she knew. But they looked ugly enough to refuse first. Noah was aware Vanessa hadn’t moved an inch. She expected him to refuse the cookies, so he scooped up five instead. “Are they vanilla? I had you pegged for a chocolate kid.” Noah’s voice came out muffled by the way he was chewing two of them.

They might get in Kevin's way. He left around dusk. As the sun began to set, so did my heart. I baked cookies with the Chef in the evening. Kevin liked vanilla cookies with a little sugar and a slightly dark chocolaty flavour, according to the chef. I took photos of the baked cookies and sent them to Kevin. "The one around the corner is more wonderful," he replied. I froze, and my face scorched. On the photo were several cookies that the chef had made perfectly, and I was shameless enough to sneak in one that I had made around the corner.

Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as she thought: "I don't know anything about it. I just sell the cakes, that's all. And I don't think the people on duty tonight can tell you anything, either. But if you want, I can serve you a scoop of vanilla ice cream with it. The artisan in the next village supplies it, and it's delicious. I hear he gets his vanilla from Tahiti," Bianca explained.

It's the best way to eat them and I really wanted to do this with Kia. I was so in my own world that I didn't notice when my cookies were done. I was so immersed in my own little world that I didn't hear the timer go off. It was then I realized when a whiff of vanilla hit me. And there it was. The smell of freshly baked cookies.