Royal Margarine Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

“She had tried baking several different cookies already. The ones you did for His Majesty must be very special that he cannot forget its taste. My wife is wondering if you could share your recipe with her. We will both be indebted to you if you could do that, my lady.” “What are you saying? Those were just average cookies! I didn’t put anything in there. I didn’t even think His Majesty would actually taste them. That was the first time I baked. I honestly think they sucked. I’d met Nympha and I had a taste of her cakes and pastries. They were the best. There is no way His Majesty would have preferred mine over the ones she did. That would be crazy.” Was this also a part of Zachary’s ‘torture

He will discover the consequences of truth when loyalty and friendship are absent. “How many cookies did you eat?” Josy asked. She hadn’t paid attention to how the cookies. That’s why she asked now. “A bite. They didn’t taste right. They weren’t sweet. You know those weird savory cookies. I don’t like them. A cracker should be savory; a cookie, sweet. Cookies had a subtle horseradish flavor. It was disgusting. I couldn’t stand it. So, I didn’t get past a bite.” The memory of that gross bite made me grimace.

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.

He says. “Thank you! Also do you happen to have an more of those cookies you made me? They’re amazing.” He laughs and opens a cabinet where there is a container full of the cookies. They’re lactation cookies and taste so good that I could eat fifty of them. They’re also healthy enough to eat for breakfast while still tasting like a treat. Chef grabs a small plate and sets two of the large cookies on it before handing it over to me. I take the plate and immediately take a huge bite out of one and groan happily. “So good.”

She stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact. Mrs Ryuko: "I forgot to buy eggs." Noah: "We have some in the fridge." Mrs Ryuku: "But I need to bake cookies for tomorrow's meeting." Mariella: "I like cookie dough better." Noah: "You can have some later." Mariella: "Can I please have some now?" Noah: "If you finish your cocoa first." Mariella: "I like cookie dough." Noah: "I know." Mrs Ryuku: "Don't waste our food."

“Papa I want two cookies with choco milk……..” “No cookies, I hate cookies, I want a cake with my Chocmilk” Jordan said those lines as he stared at the tray with cakes and cookies. “Merida loved cookies…..” Jordan’s cold expression crumbled into softness as a tear rolled down his cheek, he looked broken when he let his emotion take over his plain face, Slowly he raised his hand in which he was holding the cookie and bit onto it. “Michel hated cookies…….” He spoke again as he slowly swallowed the cookie.

Alpha Jake replied. * The palace was getting decorated entirely , it's seem like its the Alpha's coronation, the servants were going up and down receiving orders while the chef's were cooking varieties of food. "You, are the cookies ready?" Prince Aisen asked. "Yes your highness, you can have a taste." The chef answered. Prince Aisen took a bite. "I always loved my cookies milky, soft and well buttered." He recalled and smiled. "This is so tough, you should add more milk and butter." Prince Aisen replied.

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

Charlotte POV: "Do you think I made enough cookies?" I stared at the piles and piles of freshly baked cookies that were covering every inch of the counter. I made a small variety of shortbread, chocolate chip macadamia cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and macadamia cookies. The chocolate chips and nuts sunk deeply into the soft, baked dough, making sure that the eater had a taste of them with each and every bite. "If Timothy stops eatin' them they'll be more than enough." Raven sneered.

“I do want to be clear that I appreciate the gesture though.” As he says the words, I pick up a cookie, noting the strange texture I hadn’t noticed when I was using the spatula to scoop them from the cookie sheet into the box. I take a bite and it crumbles like sawdust in my mouth. The flavor isn't too bad, but the texture is horrendous and I chew thoughtfully, thinking about my next words. I notice Troy is watching me, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. I swallow the bite with effort while breaking the cookie into two halves. “You know, I could use these for torture, give them to my enemies and hope they choke to death. If I ever join the Mafia, these could be my calling card.”