Spell Cookies Novels & Stories

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

Ruby threw a question when I poured another glass. "No. It's okay." Then I brought the glass with me, took a cookie, and walked in her direction. It was the empty seat next to her that I aimed for. "I should buy this. Your cookies are always delicious." I said after taking a bite of the cookies. It tasted similar to the one she sold in her store, but in an upgraded version. She put more chocolate chips and nuts. "You have to remember you're here not as a customer but as my friend. And these cookies are special only for friends. I don't sell them."

“Emie baked some cookies. Try it, it’s the best!” Alliah praises knowing that sweets are her weakness for having a sweet tooth, she smiles nodding as she took a piece and ate it halfway. Noticing the unread email on the screen of her laptop, she immediately cast a spell drawing a pentagram in the air for the symbol of the hawk as it sinks into a small circle and fitted into the specs of her eyes. Reading the files JK sends, and the hidden words and information it is concealed with a spell. Her expression dims as Jk's report alarms her of the demon's aggressive nature escalating by each minute knowing that the death festival is approaching.

Peirce scoffed, then his Grandma walked up to the table, dropped a plate of cookies near Sniffia, Peirce looked at her in amazement. “It’s from the youth leader, he said this one is one of the sweetest recipe he made and try eating it with the food on the table. He called them cookies,” Peirce Grandma said with a smile, Sniffia looked at the cookies then at Grandma, “Cookies? But Mama, how did he know, we are eating?” Sniffia asked, facing the closed door behind her, “He is outside,” Grandma said, immediately Peirce and Sniffia stood up looked through the window, saw Node smiling and waving at them.

She can show you to it. We walked into the kitchen, and I saw some sugar cookies on a baking sheet. I looked at them with wide eyes and said, "Molly! Can I have some of these?" She smiled and said, "I was making a batch to take to your suite. A little birdie told me that they are your favorite." I hugged her tightly and said, "You have no idea. I could eat my weight in them." She said, "They're better than peanut butter and pickles." I started laughing and said, "Definitely."

she calls and I turn back to her, she stretches the plate towards me, “The cookies.” My smile is tight, “Right, thank you,” I take the cookies and walk into my apartment. Once I close the door I breath a sigh of relief before grimacing at the cookies, “Maybe I should get a dog,” I tell myself, it would be the perfect way to get rid of Gerta’s pastries. Playing hide and seek with my waste, because I don’t want Gerta discovering her uneaten pastries there, is getting exhausting.

* The chefs brought out all the ingredients. Flour, cookies chocolate, butter, and the rest. She spread her eyes anxiously, thinking of a way to distract the chefs and add the Aphrodisiac. She forced a smile as she mixed the ingredients. "What do I do now! Ahh May! Think!" She snapped in her mind. She saw a perfect idea. "Ahhh, cockroach!" She screamed pointing in a direction and they all rushed to see the cockroach. She quickly opened the Aphrodisiac and emptied it inside the flour, she quickly threw the sachets in the bin and continued smiling.

"I think if anyone's going to get hurt, it'll be me. But I'd never hurt Abby, intentional or otherwise. No matter what happens between us, I'll always be good to her." Taren nodded, satisfied. "Well, then. How about a cookie?" He lifted a sugar cookie off the plate and held it up. "I hear that Mrs. Claus makes them special for Christmas Cove." Kiki laughed as she took a chocolate chip cookie. "I'd bet she does." She took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Um- this is good! I mean, really good." Taren took a bite and the sugar cookie practically melted in his mouth. "Delicious," he said between bites and then took a sip of his hot cocoa to wash it down. "I could make a meal just out of these."

Zenos’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pronounced authoritatively. The conference hall immediately turned quiet, and all the higher-ups shifted their gaze to Zenos. "Heart waffles?" Zenos calmly arched his brows, folded his arms, and scoffed in amusement. Calmly, Zenos extended his hands and took out a Wafflescookies snack lying on the table. Surprisingly, it was the one Zenos caught with Hayden earlier. "Shirt.” Zenos intoned the product name before fixating his gaze back on the screen. “An old-new product!"

I sniffled, “You have to add it in with the butter or it doesn’t combine right.” “You know the ingredients aren’t a problem? I can have more delivered right now. Or are you craving shortbread cookies specifically?” James ran his fingers through his deep brown locks, “There’s a bakery in Scotland that specializes in shortbread. I can have them here by the morning.” My heart fluttered as he tried to speak solutions to a problem that wasn’t really a problem. I’d only made shortbread cookies as a distraction. Forgetting the sugar was simply the breaking point to everything that had happened today.