White Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

Zlata Likhachyova’s corner bakery has always been popular, ever since I can remember. She’s famous for her freshly baked cookies and Medovik (honey cakes.) That familiar warm, sweet smell filled my nostrils invitingly as I hurried inside. Three people bundled up in heavy jackets and warm clothing waited patiently for their orders, sitting in the only four available seats. I used to hound Zlata about buying a larger space, but she’d wave me off and give me something to “stick my nose in so I’d stay out of her business.” Crowds would come and go, and there were days I’d be rolling out dough, baking, and layering the final products with rich creamy icing without any breaks for eight hours strai

"oh and I love your hair by the way, I wish I could do mine like that" "you can" I said "no I don't want to offend anyone, they gone be like ew look at that little white girl with black girl hair" I laughed her shaking my head "it only offends us when y'all give our hairstyles a different name and try to make it yours" She scrunched her face up "what do you mean"

That seemed to raise some red flags as far as Leila was concerned At the sound of Mrs. Morten’s footsteps echoing back across the linoleum kitchen, both girls scrambled to take a seat on the couch before they were caught snooping. Zen remembered to be the picture of modesty by crossing her legs at the ankle as their host came into the living room carrying a tray with iced tea, lemonade, and what appeared to be Fig Newtons. Leila remembered those nasty cookies from her childhood, the only ones her grandmother would keep in her house, and the only dessert she would serve her granddaughters. That was the only thing Leila and Lily had ever agreed on, as both girls found the cookies gross and fed

Ryan asks. "Okay. Go and get changed in fifteen minutes. Go. Go. Go." I say as I push him to get up. "Okay. I am going." Ryan says and runs from there like his tail is on fire and I laugh but then frown. "Lia. Are the cookies ready?" I ask her. "Yes. It is. Here. Taste it and tell me if it is to your liking." Lia says as she puts a tray of cookies and a glass of milk on the coffee table.

Alex immediately raised his head and looked over. If that woman who stood in front of the iron gate was not Lily, then who was it? It was late winter, and everything had withered. However, Lily wore a white mink coat. That mink coat appeared to be dazzling in the winter. Lily appeared to be extremely noble with that white mink coat and also that coffee-colored crocodile leather belt. Lily's skin was very well taken care of. That white mink coat brought out her rosy cheeks and made her look very energetic.

Their second gift granted them the ability of making anyone submit to them by staring them in the eye and that made it impossible for anyone to look into their deep crystal blue eyes for more than three seconds because it paralyzed them in their fear. The white fur were all white wolves with crystal blue eyes and their wolf size was larger than any normal wolf. What distinguished them from others was their unique mark. It was a white crescent moon found mostly on their chest, wrist or back shoulder, and thus the name The White Crescent Pack. My heart skipped a beat and my hand clutched onto my chest where the mark was, involuntarily. No, no obviously no. I frantically searched for a picture

I took a deep breath and blew out. I wish that I can keep Lila safe, that she will be free from danger. In one breath, all the candles were extinguished and my wish was out into the cosmos. I didn’t really believe, but it couldn’t hurt. We needed all the help we could get. The cake was white almond with buttercream icing—my favorite.

I tried my best and finally finished shaping the cookies to put them in the oven. Just as I took the fragrant cakes out of the oven, the hourglass also dropped the last grains of sand. Mrs. White coldly shook the bell to signal that the time was up. At that time, the five of us immediately brought five delicious cookie plates that we had just made to the living room for Mrs. Laurie, Mrs. Stella, and Mrs. Luna to enjoy and review.

Once the package was inspected, Matteo brought it in. What is inside the package, he asked Matteo. It is just some white chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. My wolf Betty and I gasped, There is only one person I know who makes the favorite kind of cookies. It also, looks as if there is a note, but it is addressed to Luna Sophia, he tells Lou.

“I can’t believe he touched you,” Lily said when I told her about the incident with John. We were having another ladies’ night. I was trying out a new gluten-free recipe, this time cookies with dark chocolate chips. Lily devoured them almost as quickly as the brownies. “I still can’t believe he tried it at work,” I admitted as I set another plate of cookies and a bowl of popcorn on the dining room table. “I’m no stranger to pigs, but that was just…above and beyond.”