Silverbell Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

A big pot of pumpkin puree was cooking on one stove as she stirred it every two minutes. “Some People are jealous of us both having fun, Ria. But don't worry, your Aunt Sabby won't let your Mama spoil our fun," Sabrina sang as she kissed a sloppy kiss on Aria's soft cheek. Bella rolled her eyes and put the kneaded dough aside to rest while checking on the cookies in the oven which pinged. She smiled seeing the cookies perfectly cooked and put on a glove before opening the oven and pulling the hot cookie tray out. The aroma of chocolate and nuts filled the kitchen. Bella had just started putting the cookies on the plate when the doorbell of their house rang thrice.

“Are you heading out?” “No? I came looking for you.” “I need to do another tray of these cookies,” she says. “I’m almost out up front, and they’re a popular seller.” “Cookies,” I say, pinning her with a look. “Cookies,” she replies. “Cranberry macadamia nut with white chocolate. You can try one when they come out of the oven if you want.” Autumn makes a show of evenly spacing each scoop of cookie dough, giving it all her focus like it’s the most important thing she’s ever done. She’s obviously trying to pretend everything is fine, acting cheerful and light, but she still won’t look at me.

Meanwhile, in a conference room on top of Lanecorp Tower, Vicky and Helen were scowling. After all, they both had swords pressed against their fair necks. "What are you doing, Silverbell?!" Helen demanded loudly. "Heh. I'm surprised... someone so close managed to blindside me." Vicky was laughing, but her eyes were flashing coldly. "Apologies, ladies," Silverbell was dressed in white as usual, her sword in one hand and a glowing trinket resembling a talisman in her other.

But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her. "Bella!" I sigh at the sound of my name, tucking it into my pocket and rushing back to work. "Table six. The guy in the suit just got here," our coordinator says. I nod, knowing I'll have to attend to him until he leaves. I walk over with a practiced smile, but it fades as soon as I get to table six. He looks up, staring blankly at me, as if waiting for me to say my 'lines.' But I'm speechless, paralyzed by his dark eyes. He's overwhelmingly handsome.

With a sigh, I turn to Amelia, ready to warn her, but instead I find her uncovering her ear with the earing on display. “Oh a token, she is a friend.” “I wonder if she is friends with Silver Fur.” “Oh I love Silver Fur, she smells like lavender and mint.” “I wonder if silver fur is here in the forest.” Three small creatures appear before us, their wings fluttering fast yet silently as they circle Amelia. She smiles, holding her hand out flat as the one with blue wings lands gently. “Hi Sunny. I haven’t seen you in forever.” Amelia greets the pixie, a sub species to the Fae.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

she asked, bouncing on her stool. I chuckled, handing her a sparkly sprinkle tub. “We’ll make unicorns, hearts, stars, whatever your magical little mind wants.” Across the island, Chen piped up with a mouth full of dough. “I want to make a dinosaur cookie! A T-Rex! ROARRR!” Abby smirked as she looked up from the mixing bowl. “As long as your T-Rex doesn’t eat all the dough first.” He giggled. “Too late!” Dante chimed in from the speaker's corner. “We should name the cookies. This one…” he held up a lopsided blob, “is Sir Blob-a-lot.”