Sparkling Cookie X Herb Cookie Novels & Stories

It sounded urgent. I looked back. Alice was reaching into her designer handbag. She pulled out a small, ornate tin box. "I’ve been trying to reach you," she said, walking toward me. The other women were watching the drama unfold like a soap opera. "I know we have our differences, Sabrina. I know you think I’m hard on you. But I am a grandmother. And I want this baby to be healthy." She held the tin out to me. "I made these for you. They’re ginger cookies. But I infused them with that herbal tonic you used to take. The one for strength."

Jenny told her and Erica nodded thoughtfully. “Next to Sparkle is Whisker, he is in charge of the sweet treats. Unlike Sparkle, he likes to use a magical whisk” Jenny said and Erica watched as he whipped up fluffy clouds of whipped cream and spun sugar into intricate designs. His creations seemed to dance on the plate, enticing all who beheld them.

The scent of wildberries and warm sugar floated up from the small stack of shortbread cookies and honey-glazed puff pastries, each one carefully laced with just enough wolfsbane to start dulling her senses, bite by bite. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her silver-blonde hair spilling like melted moonlight across her shoulders, eyes darting to the tray with an eagerness that made me want to laugh. “Raven,” she beamed, voice light, naive. “You didn’t have to—oh my goddess, they smell amazing!”

You'd never guess how nice it really was, he thought. "Are you going to hang onto that old thing the entire way home?" Herb's wife said. He realized he still had one of the snickerdoodles in his hand. The icing was a bunch of lines in a six-pointed shape; a hex mark, they were called. For some reason, he nearly threw it out the window, but after a second of consideration he ate the whole thing in two bites. The taste of butter filled his mouth, and he felt gratified when he swallowed it, a feeling that lasted all the way home.

Dan smiles, taking another small bite. “Yes, that’s perfect,” Hope encourages him, “Excellent. Keep going, you’re doing great.” Watching Dan return to health with such immediacy is shocking and wonderful simultaneously. Before I can ask what’s happening, Hope sees my baffled expression and explains. “It’s a snickerdoodle cookie with an extra magical kick,” she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!”

It is. A sausage and cheese salad. Salt-crusted rack of lamb. And now, a raspberry and spiced rose meringue parfait with whipped cream, a drizzle of chocolate syrup and thin honey biscuits on top. I pick one up and marvel at the design on it. It looks like a bouquet of flowers. "It's called a tirggel," Shawn informs me. "Traditionally, they're baked during Christmas with designs of old buildings, knights and horse-drawn carriages."

"There it is. Maybe I’m the cure for your 'I miss you' sickness." Sariel had to suppress her laughter so her uncle wouldn’t hear her. He was still around and hadn’t left yet, ruining her bonding moment. She didn’t wait for Maddox’s reply and started packing the cookies into plastic Tupperware. The cookies she made were beautifully shaped—hearts, stars, and flowers.

she was staring," she said. I lowered my head as I laughed. I saw her lifting her gaze looking at me, she kept staring without saying anything. She raised her eyebrow at me when I noticed she got angry. I created my throat, took her hand and kissed it. "If I had the whole world looking at me I wouldn't care unless it was you." I continued kissing her hands. She looked at me as her eyes started sparkling again along with her warm beautiful and shy smile. She removed her hand from mine "um what should we order?" she asked. "What's the best dish they have here," I asked, removing my gaze from the menu and staring at her. "Well, they have the best pizza, pasta, and a lot of others" she continued

So, I just ask him, “how did you make your scent just disappear like that.” “There's a herb that you can find that will disguise your scent.” “Really, what Herb is that?” “I really can't remember the name of it.” “Oh really now, maybe you just can't remember the name of it because it doesn't exist.” “Lilly please, I'm telling you the truth, I'm not a traitor.” “Then tell me what the Herb is, then I will believe that you're not a traitor.” “I really don't know the name, but I know who gave it to me. She told me not to tell anyone, but if I tell you, then you can ask her.”

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.