Tiger Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

“Okay!” “I’m a little hungry. Let’s grab some food. What do you want to eat?” He started the engine and turned to look at her. “Let’s have a steamboat!” When Lily thought she was pregnant, she did not dare to eat spicy food. Now, she was going to make up for it. … On the first day of Tanner Corporation’s perfume launch, the product was almost sold out as everyone competed to get a bottle for themselves.

She was a glutton for sweets. Lily ordered slices of Tiramisu, Red Velvet Cake, Birthday Cake, Carrot Cake, and Italian Cream cake. She took her time enjoying each slice. Garrett reached the cake shop a few minutes after Lily sat down to eat the slices. He could not help but laugh when he saw her through the windowpane.

I see Lily on her phone, and she sees the plate. "They want freshly baked cookies." I say. I slam the plate down, and go to the freezer to get the cookie dough. "We should poison the cookies." Lily says evilly. "Trust me, it wouldn't work out in the end. If one of them tried to sue me, they'll get their fancy lawyers and win." "I don't understand why they're all snotty. They would be nothing without their daddy's money." Lily says, helping me scoop the dough. Soon we're done, and put the batch in the oven. I grab a sliced apple, and dip it into the Nutella. A few seconds later, I hear they're blasting one of Sylvester's songs.

“I could not remember what you said we needed. I just remembered tall, skinny bottle on the second shelf.” Wow. I am completely floored. “Ok, fine. But did it not occur to you that tabasco sauce is a little too spicy for something as sweet as chocolate chip cookies?” He smiled coyly. “Perhaps if it was someone else making the cookies it might have. But you, dear Lily, are the definition of spicy and sweet.” I blushed. Ever since I got here, Brady has developed an amazing ability to make me blush almost at the snap of his fingers.

"Oh and sir... if you don't mind me telling... the queen is allergic to mushrooms. So please don't add it." "Sure." Troy pursed his lips and nodded his head innocently, while the devil inside him was grinning happily. As soon as the head chef left, without suspecting anything Troy sneekily caught hold of a packet of cooked mushroom, and sliced them very finely. He then sprinkled the fine pieces in the sandwiches and also in the curries. He then quickly cleaned all the evidence, by the time the chef returned and was inoocently cooking the white sauce. "I hope the queen likes the meal." He turned to look at the chef, pretending to be much nervous.

the second guard muttered, rolling his eyes. "What's your coat?" the main guard asked, ready to take my answer down on his list. "I'm a Tiger Lily. A tricolor with white, brown, and grey fur," I said, hands trembling at my sides while I waited on their response. I hadn't heard another Tiger Lily register for the Games while I was in line. Both guards laughed before the second one asked me again, "You're joking, right? Your family sent a Tiger Lily to the Wolfen Games with their Snow White?"

Without treatment, it would burn him from the inside out. I knew the cure. Every shifter knew the cure. The Lunar Lily. A flower that only bloomed in one place in the entire world: the royal gardens of the Silver Moon Pack. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "Not there. Anywhere but there." I looked at Leo and Maya, who were watching me with wide, frightened eyes. They knew something was wrong. They could feel my fear. "Maya, can you go get Toby’s favorite blanket?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Leo, go to the kitchen and get some ice. We need to keep him cool."

There was no one to impress, no one who would notice or care. The lock on my door clicked; a sound so familiar I could distinguish it from all other basement noises, and Lily slipped inside, her face flushed with exertion and something else. Excitement, perhaps. It looked strange on her face; we'd both learned to keep our expressions neutral, our emotions hidden deep where they couldn't be used against us. "Quick," she whispered, producing a small, misshapen object from beneath her shirt. "Before anyone sees." I recognized it as a cake only by the single candle stuck into its center. It was lopsided and frosted unevenly, clearly pilfered in pieces and reassembled in secret.

I hate how most of them tasted but I knew it was just the kind of snacks Lily liked. Weird snacks. Her eyes went wide like I'd handed her a million dollars, and she clutched the keychain to her chest and immediately tried to pry open the cookie tin with her tiny fingers. I helped her open it, and she shoved a crown-shaped cookie into her mouth and grinned at me with crumbs falling down her chin. “What happened to your finger, baby?” She giggled. “I took needle.” She laughed again. “Lily, needles are bad, didn't you promise to be good for me?”

She should have suspected as much. Shaking away her remaining drowsiness, Lily crawled to the foot of the mattress and leaned over the edge. The children stared up at her from their seats on the floor, eyes wide as if they’d just been caught with both hands inside the cookie jar—or feeding said cookies to a teacup pig, which considering the crumbs on the floor and the melted bits of chocolate all over their hands, appeared to be what was happening. “Hello,” Lily said. Tucker, who was cradled in the older boy’s arms, looked up at her and oinked again. From the looks of it, he was more than enjoying the food and attention.