Pure Vanilla Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter eight. West “These are so good, Guilia.” I closed my eyes, as I savored the taste of the cookies. And I wasn't even bluffing. She made the best of the best cookies. I leaned on the island, taking a sip of my coffee. “You are sure you don't want sugar in your coffee, sweetheart?” She asked, coming over with an enclosed glass of sugar. “No Guilia, I love it like this.” I chuckled, and continued munching away.

If I had not stopped Hayden, he would have eaten them all. “Forget it. Only Hayden thinks they taste good.” “Is this one of them?” She opened the paper bag on the table. Before I could stop her, she grabbed a piece and popped it in her mouth. I could not really make out her pained expression. All I could do was hand her a tissue. “Hurry up and spit it out.” She swallowed it. “Just one cookie made me realize how much Hayden loves you.” This was true since he happily ate cookies that turned out so badly. He loved me to the point that it affected his taste.

He walked toward the counter, stretched upward, and carefully grabbed the cookie jar from above the fridge. He opened it quietly. Took one cookie. Then immediately returned the jar exactly where it was. Like evidence needed to remain untouched. I nearly giggled watching him. Chris handed .e the cookie with deep suspicion. “Eat fast.” “Thank you,” i whispered happily. The moment i bit into it, my entire mood brightened again. The cartoon suddenly started become interesting all over again. Chris stared at me in disbelief. “You’re seriously this happy over cookies?” “They’re good cookies.” A laugh escaped him.

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?"

Every evening: his massive frame curled around mine on the furs, claws retracted, voice low and rumbling stories of ancient northern wars until my eyelids grew heavy and the nightmares stayed away. He never once asked for anything in return. Not gratitude. Not submission. Not even the title he’d once offered like a crown forged in hellfire. And right now, feeling good—actually good, the kind of good that settles warm in your chest instead of clawing at your throat—I didn’t know what to do for him. So I decided to make him heartwarming cookies. Nothing fancy. Just simple vanilla dough, brown sugar, chunks of dark chocolate that would melt into gooey pockets—the way my mother used to when I ca

Amelia asked, concert evident on her face and in her voice. "Well, I've been good." Cookie chuckled slightly. "I still work at the bar, it's quite boring though." She pouted, making Amelia laugh. "There's this new worker there, I always forget his name. He's annoying and talks a lot. He loves to pry into others' businesses and it's sickening." "Oh my god. Sorry." Well there was one thing she knows well about Cookie, she hates people prying into what doesn't concern her, she gets really angry at that and could break some people's nose because of it.

I ask when she wouldn’t stop touching him. Cora, I think, is the name of the baker, she gives a hearty laugh. “Vanilla bean and Hazelnut praline.” she corrects, teaching me the differences between the flavors, but I’m just satisfied that her attention is moved from Izzy. He’s still grumpy from letting him sleep in. He didn’t like when I told him, “I was wondering when this side of you would show up.” It was a better cover than telling him that I watched him sleep and lost track of time.

"It's no trouble at all! With the vanilla extract in hand, Hazel finishes making the sugar cookie dough. The three friends roll out the dough and use cookie cutters to make all sorts of shapes - stars, hearts, and even a few gingerbread men. They pop the cookies in the oven and then settle in to chat while they wait for the cookies to bake. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. "That's odd," Hazel says. "I wasn't expecting anyone else." Mrs. Henderson and Margaret look at each other with curiosity. Hazel opens the door, and her jaw drops.

First, my eyes started twitching and I knew my hand was coming next so I quickly withdrew it from the table and placed it beneath my thighs. "Well?" Natalia prompted. "It is....uhhmm...a little embarrassing." I stuttered and quickly glanced at Nathaniel to help me out. "Actually...I...he..." "I fell in love with her cookies," Nathaniel said. "Cookies?" Ann asked. "Alexia makes the meanest cookies ever mum. They are so good that you won't be able to stop yourself from eating them even if they are bad for your health." He said and heat started crawling up my cheeks.

Setting the tray down on the table between them, she took a cookie then lifted her glass for a sip of wine. “Really? Cookies and wine?” “Listen, separately, they’re both good,” Sparkle explained, waving her cookie at the plate, challenging him to join her. “But together, they’re… pure Heaven.” The cookies were good, Kaleb thought, reaching out to pick one up and bite in. All he’d had to do was close his eyes so he wasn’t faced with iced, sprinkled Santas and they were just cookies. “That’s good.” “Thanks.” Sparkle sat back in the chair.