White Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

The woman said as she gave Artemisia a polite smile. "Yes, they're beautiful, is it glass?" The young woman asked without being able to take her eyes off the small pieces that were in her palm. The lilies were white in a milky way, reminiscent of the Artemisia of the gifts that usually pregnant women receive when they discover pregnancy. It was too delicate to match Artemisia, but somehow, she couldn't look away from those jewels. "It's made of white crystal, Miss." The woman's voice seemed to soak Artemisia's mind, almost like a lullaby.

the maid said while her head is bowing at them. "Miss Leonora sent this cake for you," she gave the cake to Aemon that Leonora sent. Lily froze for a moment as she saw the cake. She couldn't move to look at at it because of the doctor who's still putting something on her wound. But then, there was a yellow piece od paper on top of it. "It's a mango graham cake, she knew Aemon's all time favorite." His grandmother uttered when she saw the cake. "Can I see?" Lily quickly said and get the note she left. Her world almost shattered when she saw her handwritten. "Is she the one who wrote this?"

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.

In an attempt to sound casual, she continued, "There are indeed many people eager to attend it. Otherwise, Josh also wouldn't fail to secure an invitation." She was emphasizing that Joshua didn't receive an invitation. However, Carly seemed oblivious to her words. Instead, her attention was drawn to the exquisite cookies on the table. There were pink almond milk cookies on the small plate. The cookies had exquisite patterns and were petite in size. They were delicately crafted into bunny shapes, looking both charming and adorable. Carly smiled as she reached out for a cookie. "These cookies look exquisite, especially the bunny-shaped ones," she commented, feeding a small piece straight into

"Come have a look for yourself.” She stepped out of the way, and made hand gestures, motioning me to go have a look for myself. I opened the oven and pulled out a tray... What the actual fuck! They were actually different batches of them, with most of them being my favorite; brown chocolate cookies, and the others, white chocolate cookies. “Oh, my world!” I gasped, taking in the tantalizing sight before me. "I would need you to take a bite and give me your review.” She kept her grin. I bet she was loving the moment.

Lilian understood she can not even joke with this wooden block. “His poisoning is due to touching it directly. That's why if we can give him the White Lily though his blood then our problem will be solved. It happened to be that my blood also has both White Lily and Black Lily. So, we don’t need to know if he is poisoned with which one, either one will work.” Lilian finished talking with one breath.

Lily is sitting up in bed, happily eating a small slice of the dark chocolate cake with a plastic fork. Bob is sitting in a chair, tapping away on his phone. I had instructed the baker to cut the sugar content down to practically zero. Doctors hate giving pastries to patients in her condition. But what kind of life is it for a sick child if she can't even have a single bite of wedding cake? "Is it good, baby?" I ask. Lily nods enthusiastically. The color in her cheeks look slightly warmer than when I first arrived. I gently run my thumb over her soft cheek.

Slow soothing music playing in the background. We are gathered around an oval set table with the cookies that Damien baked in the middle. Apparently, Camille is not a big fan of cakes. So she decided to have cookies for her birthday instead. Just like everything today, the cookies are white. The table is white. The plates are white. The seats are white. The flowers are white. The birthday outfits are white. The birthday gifts are wrapped in white. Every single thing is white. And it's the perfect colour for such an intimate party. The aroma of food is wafting in the air. Conversations are flowing as we sip the drinks. I don't add much to the conversation. I'm just holding hands with Damien u

Dmitri must have paid almost a fortune, because what kind of baking classes did graduations in debutante gowns. The hell?. Every air inside the place smelled sweet, fresh vanilla, chocolate, and warm butter drifting from the rows of decorated cakes lined up like jewels behind glass displays. Lily’s eyes lingered on them as her mother pressed a small plate into her hands. “Here, hold this for Gio,” her mom whispered. “It’s her macarons. Only one visitor is allowed to see the graduate, so I’ll take them in. Wait for me outside, okay?” Lily chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re fussing more about this Gio ever would.”

These are dark chocolate cookies with macadamia nuts. I blinked. What the hell? She's even stranger than she was on the first day.