Vampire Cookie Crk Novels & Stories

Samantha growled as she unloaded twenty packs of my craving stuff in front of me. “She is a cookie monster !!” Jax cracked up and suddenly all my siblings went wild as they sung the extremely R- rated song, “Cookie Monster” by R. Kelly together. Ughh. These ape shit crazy bastards !!!! They were going to ruin cookies for me, weren’t they ? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Mm like an Oreo I love to lick the middle like an Oreo (Turn up)

I asked in an uncertainty-laced tone. I was about to completely lose it because of his silence but then he croaked out “V-vanilla? An-an..” He trailed off, but before I could sink into a frenzy, he continued “rotten eggs?” He scrunched up his nose as he stared at me, I shrugged. “ and um…I um… that’s all?”

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.

Klaus shook his head in the negative, I know he's biting his tongue to keep from swearing at me. "Fine." I took a bone-shaped cookie out of my pocket, just like the kind you give to dogs, and threw it to him. I saw Klaus's pupils widen and then shrink as his anger grew, I saw the cookie fall to the floor, right in front of him, and I heard the rumbling of Klaus's stomach once again. After all, the cookie was made with the finest meats and smelled delicious, even more so for a Lycan, even one with impaired senses.

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

He stepped over to the console and said, “I found it, fucking freezing in there.” “Open the box, let’s feed so we can get going,” Rancid said. “It might be the two of us, I think Bohdan wants to stay.” “Fuck that,” Isaac said as he tore open the box. Inside the box were individual containers that resembled what you’d find in a soda machine all labeled with the same warning as on the larger box. When they served the vampires at lunch, they always poured the contents of the bottles into a Styrofoam cup and threw away the original container. None of the vampires had ever seen where the blood product came from, or the label. It was felt it was better if they didn’t know what the ingredients were

He swallowed and with half-lidded eyes, looked at Nathan then leaned down to kiss his lips then down to his neck making Nathan tremble and feel his blood boil in anticipation. He wanted to fuck him, he wanted him pressed down under him calling his name loudly and begging him for more, he wanted— “Knock! Knock!”

I struggled to get those few simple words out, fighting my bodies craving for another of his bites. "I want another taste, Marina. And I know you're craving more." He nuzzled against my neck and I began to throb between my legs. "But, but you're human, not a vampire. You shouldn't like the taste of blood much less want it." I gasped when he shifted us to where I was straddling him. He pushed my skirt up high till my pussy was able to press against his crotch.