Pure Vanilla Cookie X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Andrea left to the golden sink to wash her hands. "Am learning too, you know, in order to be a foodie you have to be a cookie" vida repeats the exact same word's she saw on I*******m. Katie suddenly starts laughing... "What's funny?" Vida asked wearing a slight frown. "A cookie?, how is that being a cook?" Katie asked still laughing. Vida's usually dumb expression made her laugh harder. "I saw that on I*******m" vida rebutted "Seriously, a cookie?, you have to stop acting like a robot, how can you recite what you read online assuming it's correct?"

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.

Vanilla and cherry sponge cake, vanilla yogurt, vanilla cookies with chocolate topping, vanilla and chocolate chip cookies. We all have our ideal flavours. While I'm a freak with lust for strawberries, banana and coconut, Kyle is chocolate obsessed and Ali has a vanilla pact. She's consuming so many vanillas in a short time but with the most elegant pace I've ever seen a person eat. Suddenly she stops and starts coughing. I begin to panic but she lifts her hand up at me in signal to stop as she downs a glass of water. I finally relax knowing she's fine, at least physically.

“But you don’t look like you eat many.” He laughed. Pierce Walker was menacing when he scowled, but when he smiled he was stunning. Something wild and reckless quivered in her belly, urging her to put her hands on him, press herself against him, beg him to somehow stop this breathless, fluttery yearning she’d only ever felt with him. “Because I don’t have anyone baking me cookies.” He peeled the lid off the top and peered down. “These look good.” “I baked the chocolate chip without nuts. I didn’t know if you were allergic.”

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.

she brings out the jar of cookies from the deep pocket of her robe and opens it. If you are a fan of Steve Harvey’s Think Like A Man, Act Like a Woman, you would understand the double meaning of the previous paragraph. “Oh, thank you so much, Kayola,” Keevan grabs the cookies and stuffs them into his mouth, downing them with the medium-sized bottle of milk. “You must be hungry,” Kayola observes. “Didn’t you get the extra food I sent?” she asks. “I did, sweetheart,” Keevan says and Kayola feels her nipples harden at the sound of ‘sweetheart’. “It’s just that I find your cookies irresistible,” he says and looks into her eyes, simultaneously licking his lips. Kayola feels herself go wet with de

I asked as I took the cookies I baked out from the oven and set them on the counter to cool. “I did but a person’s job describes them too.” Ava murmured while leaning on the counter sniffing the cookies. One bad thing about Ava? She gets the ick way too fast. It happened in the past, she’ll like someone one day and next, forget all about them because of something small they did

she screamed so loud jerking me from my very weird thoughts, I took a good look at her work and I smiled, she did get it. “I’m tired.” She muffled as she yawned and closed her book. “That’s all, the last study section together.” “Yes. Where are the cookies you promised, let’s have a quick chat while I wait for my driver.” “Jovani will be here soon.” As I spoke, a knock was placed on my door, I muttered a come in and Jovani walked into my room with a tray that contained our cookies and juice. “Thank you Jovani.” I smiled while Vanessa grabbed the piled-up cookies on the tray.

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..."

Too much, even. WHO the hell WAS this woman? She turned then, and the full scent of what she was cooking hit me. “Hungry?” she asked, as she held out a cookie. I looked at the cookie in complete shock. It was a BREAD cookie.