Spell Cookies Novels & Stories

And I definitely can’t talk to my dad. I park Wesley’s truck in the garage at the packhouse so I won’t disturb him and Haven at their home, then hop out and make my way inside, stopping in the kitchen to check for any of Cookie’s homemade cookies. I may have had dessert with Taryn at the restaurant, but Cookie’s cookies are legendary, and as much as I enjoy Claude’s food, his macarons do not compare. Only the cookies at Brewed Awakenings even come close to hers. And there is no such thing as too many cookies. Plus cookies are good brain food, which I desperately need. “Score one for Cookie Monster Beta!” I exclaim as I find a storage container on the island counter full of still warm chocola

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.”

The saleswoman pointed to the cookies in transparent plastic with designs of colorful trees, houses, seas, and shells in one pack. “I have free samples, ma’am.” The saleswoman showed me a transparent jar with cookies in it. “I’ll try one.” The saleswoman opened the jar, and I took the sea design, since my favorite color is blue. When I bit into the cookies, they were delicious. The colorful icing gives them sweetness, while the cookies themselves are not too sweet, so the sweetness is balanced. They are not so hard to bite that they hurt my teeth while I bite into them. “Can I have another one? I’ll let my companion taste it.” I said to the saleswoman. “He’ll pay for it.” I added in a whispe

I abruptly leap to my feet. “Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned. Oh fuvk! just stay far away from me. “Nope. I'm great.” “I'll get us drinks.” “No, drinks! Anything, but no drinks.” He shrugs, goes to a mini locker and brings out a bunch of cookies which he spreads on a flat plate. “Why am I getting spooky when I'm only having cookies…” I mumble after a few bites. “These cookies contain a bit of alcohol ingredient…”

"I wasn't thinking straight, okay? Plus, they're really good cookies." I shrug in agreement. She makes a good point. They're mass produced. You can buy them everywhere, yet they're delicious. Sold from some bakery based in Michigan, I swear they have to use magic or fairy dust or some other crazy ingredient to make them stay fresh and soft so long. "You're forgiven," I say taking a cookie from the box. "You didn't listen. Pierce came over last night. He accused me of trying to sabotage his businesses." She bites off half the cookie, a few crumbs falling on her pink long sleeve shirt and my table.

I gave her my deadly smile, making her blush, and quickly gave Megan a glass of champagne. Ah...works every time. "So, now that she's gone I want my kisses baby. I need to keep my mind of off my dick." "So...girlfriend huh?" She asked the inevitable. "Uh yeah..why? Look, I was going to talk to you, I'm quitting my contract for the sugar thing. I'm good with money, we're done with Dimitri. I don't need that much. But I still want you, Shit...baby please just think about it. I don't feel comfortable with all that money. I just came to you, cause I really missed you. And I thought we're doing the love thing?"

The drive out to his dad’s place wasn’t nearly long enough. The sun was low in the sky, making everything look more golden and beautiful than it actually was. Beside him, Sue chatted away as usual, no doubt wanting to distract Knight from what he was about to do. “So I found these erotic cookies online,” Sue told him. “They’re in the shapes of two people getting it on in different positions. I thought I’d get some for Jared and Sarah for the wedding.”

“So good.” “I’m very happy you have enjoyed them. There are several more flavors I would like to try. Are there any flavors you do not like?” He asks. I consider that for a minute. There are a lot of different kinds of cookies and I haven’t tried then all yet. “One I know for sure I don’t like is snickerdoodles.” “Noted.” He actually makes a note of it on a whiteboard he has set up on the fridge. “Thanks!” I hold up the plate and walk out with my loot in hand.

After a quick stop at the restroom, she returned to the U-Haul with a bag full of junk food and two coffees, her mocha and a black coffee for Kyle. She grinned, holding the bag up in front of her brother. “This is how you buy snacks, Kyle.” Kyle spotted the barbecue chips through the sack and shook his head. “You are going to regret eating those for breakfast one of these days.” Gemma popped one into her mouth. “Now is not one of those times.” She took a sip of her coffee and ate another chip. Kyle laughed, making a face. “Now that’s disgusting—even for you.” The rest of the ride, they argued over music and snacks—especially when Gemma discovered Kyle had eaten the last of the powdered dough