Royal Margarine Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

Please pass my thanks on to your Shifter friend along with his share of the cookies. Thankyou again, Maggie. Feeling irritated, I grab the plate of chocolate chip cookies and take it to my room. My bed is freshly made and waiting for me. I quickly change into my unicorn pyjamas and climb in under the blankets. I settle in to watch N*****x for a bit while I eat my cookies and try and forget the general stupidity of men. Or at least of one man in particular. My relaxation doesn't last long because I get a text. It's from Megan.

She chuckles, shaking her head, just as Matteo strolls into the kitchen. “Good afternoon, Signora, this kitchen smells like heaven,” he says, sitting next to me. Margaret narrows her eyes at him, clearly unimpressed. “I’ve been practicing,” I say, presenting the tray. “Margaret’s jealous. Want one?” He grins, that same unsettling smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. “Of course. I’d love to taste your cookie.” Before I can respond, a chilling voice cuts through the warm air like a blade. “You’ll taste it six feet under if you defy me again.”

Amerie spoke softly, "Go on, try the cookies. I am sure you have tasted your own cookies, yes?" Rosaly stood by at the side as she watched Amelia slightly tremble in fear and rage, she knows what that looks like. She glanced at Amerie who is enjoying Amelia's reaction, like it was a game to her. The plates of cookies on each plate is identical. Amerie has the recipe and each are molded the exact same as the other, making it hard for Amelia to distinguish which is which, but Amerie knows. Amelia suddenly smiled, "I am suddenly not hungry, sister. You see, I ate—"

I glanced at the half cookie in my hand wondering if it was not the same one in my hand. “Did you make different batters?" I asked. “No, it's the same one." Selene shook her head. "Let me try it.” Sasha grabbed another cookie and in the same way, she gagged and dropped it too. "I guess your cookies are the anti pregnancy ones,” I chuckled and pulled the plate towards me. "I will eat enough for both of you.” "This is rather humbling.” Selene took her seat. "I'm sorry, Selene.” Kayla covered her mouth.

When she realized she was still naked, she tried standing up to put on a T-shirt, but Andrew grabbed her wrist and motioned her to sit back in her chair, indicating she shouldn't put anything on while he eats and is entertained by her nakedness. The cookies had a very nice texture and surface. Miranda began chewing the chocolate macaroon, which was slightly crunchy on the outside and soft but not mushy on the inside. Miranda hummed as she licked the side of her lips, enjoying the subtle sweetness of the macaroons and a hint of nuttiness from the almond flour.

She tells him while switching to taste the meringue tartlets. Marion Whitfield. His name fits his personality, alright. Like he knows he’s fine and all that. Yeah, handsome devil. “Care to tell me which one you’ll taste first, Demetria?” He asks me, looking at me, head tilted, undressing me with his seductive eyes. I need to find myself a man. I’m aroused. “Aside from the cinnamon cookies, that's my favourite yet”. He added. “I’d go for the meringue tartlet, one of my favourites”. I tell him, my eyes on the plate.

Tabitha asks, passing over the large container of assorted colorful cookies. I hesitate, still engrossed with the closed door as I wait to see if Nate will come back and rescue me. "Um, no." "Oh my gosh you must try them. Katy says they are better than sex." "Obviously she isn't doing it right." Winnie laughs, taking a cookie from the package. "Don't get me wrong. They're delicious, but nothing beats the other thing when done properly." Tabitha nods like she understands what she's talking about, but as I take my first bite of the bright pink macaroon, I agree with Katy. I haven't had sex in over a year. And well, I've never had good sex...Ever.

MARISSA Annie and Denise were in the kitchen nibbling on a tray of freshly baked cookies that sat between them. It smelled divine in the house, like chocolate, butter and home. “My kingdom for a cookie!” I proclaimed dramatically, hanging my scarf and coat over one of the kitchen stools.

When I catch sight of the price tag on a small bag of cookies my eyes go wide. Fuck. Two hundred dollars for some small bag of cookies? Greg seems to have noticed what I am doing and he chuckles. "Did you think they'd be the same price as they are in the more commercial areas?" I shake my head, not wanting to look stupid... "But two hundred dollars for a small bag of cookies?" "They're rich people cookies. They have a distinct taste to them and they're generally more fragrant than normal cookies." I scoff and look away. "I could make a bigger batch for less, warm from the oven and certainly more than four cookies in that small bag. So is one cookie meant to be fifty dollars then?"

The guys pause their actions before Atlas's deep voice fills the room "Yes he likes Medovik and Zephir. Medovik is a a popular layered honey cake and Zephir is like a marshmallow confection sugar treat. He likes the strawberry and chocolate flavored best" "Thank you Atlas. I've made Medovik once before so I'll try that. Please don't mention this to him. I want to surprise him" I tell them with a smile. I earn a bunch of nods and 'okay's' from the guys in the room. Atlas passes me a small blue book with the recipes inside. The only issue is that I don't read or speak Russian. "Uh guys I can't read this" I say while gesturing to the book. After a string of curses from the men, Azriel decides t