White Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

Lilly ranted as she pranced right into my house. "Well, hello to you too." I said, and closed the front door behind me. I led her into the living room and offered her some milk and cookies. "These cookies smell delicious, I guess I'll try one." she reached for one, and her eyes lit up, "Oh, chocolate chip, my favorite. Oh Amanda, you naughty devil, you're trying to get on my good side, aren't you?" "Well, if I am, then it's a plus." I said and sat across from her, "But lily, what I want to discuss with you is very important."

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.

Hives had begun breaking out across his skin, and his breaths came out shallow. I rushed forward immediately. "Liam, what's wrong?!" But I already suspected. Grabbing one of the cookies, I bit into it. It predominantly tasted and smelled of flour, sugar, and chocolate. But there was something else. The cookies had peanut in it. Horror crashed through me. Liam was having an allergic reaction.

I whispered in a tear-choked voice. "In not a white wolf Athena, and you know that. I'm a type of greyhound wolf. We might be fast and our sight keen and we might be strong but the white wolves are stronger. You are royalty and I cannot take from you what isn't mine " she said which confused me a bit "What do you mean?" I asked confused. She reached into her shirt and pulled out a diamond locket. It was a white crystal. "Is that...is that a moonstone?" I asked surprised to see one. I had only ever heard of them

An older woman looked up from behind the counter, her smile warm and knowing. "Looking for something?" she asked. I cleared my throat. "I’m meeting someone. A friend. Haven’t seen her in a while." She raised an eyebrow, the corners of her lips twitching. "You’ve missed her, haven’t you?" I felt the tips of my ears turn red. "Is it that obvious?" She chuckled and motioned me over to a row of fresh bouquets. "These," she said, pointing to a collection of white and yellow lilies. "They’re perfect. Simple. Elegant. Lilies mean ‘I miss you,’ especially when given like this."

Unable to stop it. No. I refused to stand here and cry. I needed answers, facts and proof. Not feelings. I headed straight back to the dining hall. Most of the festival guests had already left, and servants moved quietly through the room, cleaning the aftermath in silence. My gaze swept over the scattered remains of the celebration until something caught my attention. A cookie lay half-hidden beneath a table. Untouched. I crouched and carefully picked it up with a napkin. The scent reached me immediately—honey, milk, and butter, with a faint bitter note lurking beneath the sweetness.

Family could not be neglected. Upon my arrival home, the delightful aroma of cookies baking filled the air. Lily dashed into the hallway, sporting a large apron. “Mama!” she exclaimed, excitedly presenting a cookie. “I made this.” I took it from her hand with care. “It looks amazing.” “It is.” Just then, Liam appeared behind her. “Mine is better.” Lily instantly pouted. “No, it’s not.” “Yes, it is.” I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Some things never seemed to change. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to push everything else aside—the investigation, Harold, Amanda, the photos.

No matter how nice some moments feel. That evening Lily excitedly showed me the gold star she earned at school. “Look, Sienna! For reading time. I read the whole book out loud to the class. Mrs. Thompson said I did great and everyone clapped.” “That’s amazing, sweetie!” I said, scooping her up into a hug. “I’m so proud of you. We should celebrate. Want to bake cookies while we wait for your dad? Chocolate chip with extra chocolate chips?” “Yes! Chocolate chip. With extra chocolate chips. Daddy likes them too when he’s not too busy with his phone. Can we put sprinkles on some?”