Royal Margarine Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

“That’s not a problem, Margaret. This is a friend of mine, Selena Barrios. She’ll be staying with us for a little while. My buddy boy here was just getting to know her.” The woman looked at me with disdain, including my bare and now dirty feet. “Well, it’s time to get you dressed, little man.” Christopher nodded once then looked at me, signing one last time. All I could do was laugh. “What does he want?” Joshua asked, his entire brow furrowing. “He asked if he could have a cookie.” I winked at the little boy. “Not before breakfast,” Margaret snapped, which prompted Joshua to throw out his arm. “Not so fast.” He gave me a sly look then walked to the bag on the counter, pulling out a single co

“One more word and that signed paperback you wanted for your birthday disappears from my cart forever.” Julie, already waiting behind the wheel, waves the moment she spots us. She looks as bright and bubbly as ever, her grin so wide it’s impossible not to smile back. “There she is!” she squeals. “My favourite girl—well, second favourite. Emilia still tops the list, but only barely.” Tessa gasps dramatically as she climbs in. “Excuse me? I had Liam bring you macarons last time!” Julie presses a hand to her heart. “And I still think about them every night before I sleep, babe. But Em’s cookies have a special place in my heart.

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.

Glorious, sweet, carby salvation. A whole row of stuff caught my eye. — A half-open pack of butter cookies — Chocolate chip biscuits in a fancy gold tin — Strawberry cream wafers — Digestives (not exciting but reliable) — And then… jackpot. Peanut butter biscuits. One of my favorites. The kind that crumbled perfectly, tasted like heaven, and had just enough salty-sweet kick to go with my creamy coffee. I grabbed a pack without hesitation and closed the fridge. I carried my bounty over to the counter and perched on one of the stools, sipping my coffee like I had my life together, even though my soul was still doing somersaults of confusion.

She placed the cookie plate on the table. The warm fragrance of food caught his attention. He glanced at the cookie and then at her. "Thank you." The lady warmly smiles and then walks back to her counter chair. As her work is now done. Edwin silently watched her old back before lending his eyes to the cookies in front of him. He tried one piece and realized it was truly delicious. The taste, the aroma, the sweetness, and the nuts…everything was perfectly combined while the cookies ' smooth texture with great crunch made him feel an appetite soon. He suddenly remembered his mother's homemade cookies.

Parang kiti-kiti siya na kanina pang pabiling-biling sa higaan sa tuwing makikita niya ang garapon ng cookies na ibinigay nito sa kanya. Ayon dito, ito mismo ang nag-bake noon para sa kanya nang malamang paborito niya ang cranberry and white chocolate cookies ng Cafè mi Amore. Talagang nag-effort pa itong aralin yun para lang sa kanya... 'That's the sweetest thing!' Usually, guys will just give her expensive gifts, but him? 'Oh my gosh, I'm lost in this game, but I don't care!'

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

She lets me lead her to the bed and sits across from me. Her long, muscular legs distract me from a container she’s holding. She holds it out with a smile, bringing my attention back. “Sorry about the leggings. I’ve been running around all day. I didn’t have time to change, but I brought you cookies. Carly’s mom made them. She said the toffee ones are your favorite. I, um, I don’t really know how to bake… or cook… or basically anything other than eat… food.” “You look fine to me. Thanks.” I sniff the air when I take the box from her. Gross. Something’s not right. Her marshmallow scent smells rotten.

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.

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a