Pure Vanilla Cookie X Reader 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

My cookie, adorned with a somewhat lopsided heart, hadn't turned out as I'd hoped. "Oh, come on, it's not that bad," I muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. Amy, still chuckling, offered a playful verdict. "You know what? You can eat this cookie. I'm sorry, Raven, but I don't think we can save it at this point." I frowned at my culinary mishap but complied, taking a bite of the cookie in question. The moment it touched my taste buds, my frown disappeared. These cookies were nothing short of a culinary masterpiece, balancing crunchiness, softness, and a symphony of flavors.

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 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.

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.

he shrugged and I practically melted inside out. He sure had a way with words. I picked up a piece of cookie, stole another glance at him then I took a small bite. My eyes instantly lit up at the taste because the hell have I ever tasted a cookie this delicious. "You didn't have Jasmine tell you her secret recipe or anything before baking this?" I asked again to be sure but then he laughed. "Does Jasmine's cookies ever taste the same way as this?" He asked and I knew he had a point because not even Jasmine had ever made a cookie this good.

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.

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.

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

"Liar!" "Should I be defending you?" Alexander sauntered into the kitchen, gaze flickering towards Raven before fallening on the spread of cookies. As I watched him visibly perked up at the sight, I motioned for him to take a few. He snatched a warm chocolate chip macadamia cookie from the pile, munching freely on the soft cookie. "This is a good cookie." My smile was proud and happy as I took in his words. "Thank you!" His attention swiveled towards Raven. "So a liar?" He swallowed, arching a questionable eyebrow.