Royal Margarine Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

When I get there, I see him looking inside a pantry like room which stocks so much snacks and drinks I can't keep up. "Is this how rich people live?" I ask, causing Roman to whip his head to look behind him. He sees me standing then relaxes and chuckles. "It's just a few snacks" He responds. A few? A few!? This looks more stocked up than the snack section of Rixon Hills grocery store and I'm not exaggerating "Roman, I don't think I could name a snack that isn't in here from what I'm seeing. Wait- is that my favorite chocolate coconut flakes cookie?" I ask, super excited now. I run towards it and conclude that it is indeed the same cookie.

I explained. I wanted her to read it for herself. I didn’t want to spoil how her grandfather proposed. So while she read the email, I went and looked at the disaster that was my cookies. I tried to bite into one, but it wasn’t worth the dental bill. So into the trash, they went. I sighed and started getting ingredients out again to try again.

"You literally walked the other way when you saw her in the corridor yesterday and you hate passing there." "I was in a hurry." "It's a lie." Arden bit into the cookie with far more aggression than the baked good deserved. It was excellent, warm, crunchy,with chunks of chocolate that melted on his tongue. Hazel had chosen well. He ate the second cookie. Then the third, fourth, fifth. Caden watched him, arms crossed. "You are eating my cookies, my sweat, I walked for it." "They are castle cookies, you could go get some in the kitchen."

Margaret walked up to me with a tray filled with yummy looking cookies. My eyes widened in happiness, “Here for you." She put it down on the table. I sat next to the table and picked a cookie. My teeth sank deep into it. It was yummy and delicious. Margaret watched me. She sat next to me. She rubbed her hands and looked around. “How did you meet the boss?" Her question threw me off guard. I almost choked. I began to cough and she offered a glass of water. "Here. Maybe I shouldn't be asking.”

“I hate to interrupt this beautiful moment but…” “There are hungry people on the table” “And I’m scarred for life, I have never seen a more romantic thing… you two are so sweet. I’m gonna eat you if you don’t give me food in a few minutes!” Alex and Margaret erupted into a ripple of giggles, laughing heartily. “Don’t be dramatic, boy!” Margaret riposted and he smiled back. “The cookies smell good too.” “What?!” How could you tell? It is not in sight right now! Even Avery does not know!” Margaret exclaimed in surprise.

This I am more eager to take and bite off the bunny's head. “Yes, but I also find it fun,” I quickly finish the rabbit cookie. “You do?” She seems amused. But her grey eyes seem to dull a little as if she has realized something. “Be careful my dear,” Queen Belinda starts taking a cookie for herself. “Men aren’t too keen on a woman who reads.” She dunks her cookie into the tea and gently nibbles on its ears. “They find it...threatening.” “Shouldn’t I be threatening? I am Empress.” I reply simply.

Maybe I am just scared of saying the wrong thing. ME Do you enjoy your coffee? MAREN Yes, I did. I do like to have more of the cookies. I sat up, reading the text. I could feel the corner lips tugging up. ME Oh, I could order some for you, if you want?. MAREN I do like that but not today. ME Alright then. I will order it tomorrow for you. It should arrive at your door before you go to work. MAREN Oh you don't have to do that. Thank you.

Sitting on her heels, Marguerite opened the oven door and pulled the baking tray out of the oven. "It's perfect!" She laid the tray down the table, marveling at the caramelized, golden brown sheen coating the cookies. Beside her, Cook set a plate of cookies, along with a tea pot and a cup on a silver tray. Seemingly able to read her thoughts, the older woman held out the tray to her and said, "What are you waiting for? I suppose that poor young man upstairs could use some snacks." *****

“You’ve got to try one. They’re fantastic.” I watched him devour the cookies with an enthusiasm that was almost contagious. Why was he eating the cookies like they were his last meal on earth? Were they really that good? Reluctantly, I picked one up and took a small bite. The cookie crumbled perfectly in my mouth, the rich buttery flavor and just the right amount of sweetness catching me off guard. It was… delicious. I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor, the warmth spreading through me in a way I hadn’t expected.

“What’s this?” Mina’s tail swayed with excitement as she lifted the lid, revealing a single bowl of ice cream—but this was no ordinary flavor. The smooth, rich texture gleamed under the warm light, with specks of golden honey swirls infused within. “This,” Mina declared, “is my ultimate creation—Royal Honey Delight.” Mies raised an eyebrow. “Honey?”