Royal Margarine Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

England (Cookie) They boarded another taxi and off they went to Martina's house. When they got there, Cookie's jaw almost dropped to the floor. Geez.. they are really rich. Cookie thought, admiring the building. The building in front of her was like what she'd like to call a mansion. It was beautifully designed and had a giant gate. Everything in the house was well, properly and beautifully furnished with exterior designs. Cookie was scared to touch the living room door just because she felt she was going to leave stains on it.

Ophelia shrugs, edging her head towards the rack with an urging look in her eyes. I follow her gaze, picking up one of the cookies in my hand. It is largely warm but has cooled enough now. With narrow eyes, I take the moment to observe the cookie–a little rough on the edges but all the same inviting to the eyes. A bit of hesitation, a bit of Ophelia smiling and eventually, I take a bite, shutting my eyes to savour the expected taste. It is as I expect–soft crunch, buttery feel, almost melting on my tongue. I freeze on the spot, eyes still shut as I take a breath.

“What are koo-keys?” “They’re…a treat. A sweet treat. Would you like to try one?” she released Nicarr and went to get the tray of cookies to hold it out in front of the boys. “They’re very good. My servant, Marta, makes them and they’re my favorite.” Laurel took two of them cautiously, handing one to his brother. He sniffed his and then took a tiny nibble. His face lit up and he took another, bigger bite and smiled broadly.

“No cookies for the rest of the month." Julian frowned. “I made those so Faye could eat them Sandra. All of them." Sandra frowned back. “She ate them. Three of them to be precise and three is enough for Faye. Too much sweet is bad for her.” “Sandra... those are Softbatch Cream Cheese Chocolate Chip Cookies! They're not all sweet and surely won't make Faye fat or obese! She could eat a thousand of them and she won't gain cholesterol and even if she did we're rich. We'll give her a whole damn museum of gym equipment to burn those fats.”

“I have never spent this much on cookies ever. Every single flavor was great. I could have stayed in the store and eaten samples all day.” “Here, you guys try one,” Kimmy said, handing Madison and me a cookie each. “They are amazing!” I took a bite. Damn, it was a delicious cookie. Macadamia nuts and coconut, so good. “Mmmm, that is so good,” I expressed. “I’ll need to grab a bunch before I leave Hawaii.” “I know, right?” Morgan said. “Nathan, just messaged me. We need to head for the car,” I advised.

It’s delicious. It’s also safe. Mom and I planned for this. I had correctly guessed the Alpha King’s suspicious nature would make him question me. He likely thought we were out to poison him for real. While I eat the cookie that I was ready to fake give to him, the Alpha King picks his own from my plate. We’ve planned for this too. The only cookies left on the plate were ones laced with the laxative. He eagerly eats it. I’m not surprised. Mom’s chocolate chunk cookies are delicious, and the laxative shouldn’t be detectable in the mix.

It was a wonder she didn't hear it beating but there was no mistaking that she didn't sense her King’s scent on me. I pushed my weight off the wooden barrier and ambled further into the room to lounge on the bed, cookies secure in my palm. Crossing my legs under me I picked one up, sliding it a bit distance under my nose to inhale the aroma before I took a bite. “Hmmm,” I hummed in satisfaction at the taste which flooded my tongue as the floor, milk, butter and every delicious thing it was made of melted in my mouth. I chewed softly, not wasting an instant as I popped the other half of the cookie slice in my mouth to munch together. I swallowed and picked up another.

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.

That one little touch was all it took to remind him he wasn’t alone. "I baked some cookies." Margot's voice broke the heaviness as I slowly pulled away from Asher’s embrace. Her tone was soft, as though she knew we all needed a moment to breathe again. Asher glanced at his mom, a faint smile curling his lips. "What kind?" he asked, his voice still a little rough but lighter now. "Chocolate chip," Margot replied with a smile, her fingers brushing the flour off her apron. "With a hint of coconut. Your favorite, remember?"

Chaol stole glances at Asty who was observing the movement of the flame in the fireplace. The young woman's eyes were locked upon the ashy trace as she brought some biscuits inside her mouth. Vanilla-flavored confectionery cookies. These are the same snacks the King had offered them before they had left the Palace. He was reminded carefully to give the can of cookies to Asty so that she could eat them. The King also had this scowl on his face when he told him not to dare take a single piece of it. He was cruel. He remembered his words clearly: