Why Does Miss Circle Like Oreos Novels & Stories

Maybe after the bitch leaves, I can have Britt and Dad watch Hailey for a bit while I go over to Missy’s and talk things out with her. After paying, we walked back to the start of the market, Hailey pradling away to me about something that JeanAnn, the woman running the candy booth, told her about making the homemade lollipops that Hailey picked out. Monica doesn’t say anything, deep in her own thoughts, probably still pissed with me about what I said. Too bad. It’s not my problem any more. “Why did you get two of the same thing?” I asked Hailey. “Miss Missy said she liked suckers last week at dinner. Remember? When we went for our walk in the woods, she told me her favorite candy was sucker

"You horny fine specimen of a man no. You'd be committing a litany of actions that violate the code of conduct and I'd end up jobless reputation tainted and you will be okay." "How so if I made the first move." " Honestly speaking; your stance and financial standing and dare I say race, which doesn't matter to me at all but it would to small minded people. I'm black in case you haven't noticed. " " I love Oreo's . I'm one too only difference is I have the vanilla biscuit cover and chocolate casing." "Those are yummy . I love them." "I love your type of Oreo. I will find a way." I gave Cleo a hug and she hugged me back.

He set the teacup down on the side table with a clatter and spread his hand across his knee, the heavy golden band on his left ring finger catching the light before he continued. “It’s not becoming for a high profile Luna to…” He paused, his cold eyes scanning my body. It was so subtle it was almost imperceptible, and it happened so quickly that I almost wondered if I had imagined it. “...Fall victim to the weight that comes hand in hand with age.” “Surely you can have one cookie, Clarissa,” Nathan said unwaveringly. “Olivia made them herself. She’s an excellent baker.” “She really is,” Clint chimed in; he was already eating a cookie of his own. “Not too sweet, either.”

I tease as he lines up for his fifth attempt. "Nothing's impossible if you're stubborn enough," he replies, and this time the ring lands perfectly. He turns to me with a small grin the plush toy in his hand. I take it our hands brushing in the process, my heart flutters at the brief contact. … We eat way too much junk food—cotton candy, funnel cake, caramel apples. It turns out Gray has a serious sweet tooth, and watching him actually smile while trying to eat a massive swirl of blue cotton candy makes something warm bloom in my chest.

Then calmly wiped the corner of her mouth and looked Maddie dead in the eyes. “Your mom also thinks oat milk is dangerous and microwaves cause cancer. So I’m gonna go with: not reliable.” Maddie blinked, clearly not expecting that. Another girl, Harper Lee (unfortunate name combo), leaned in and whispered, “It’s true. I saw the pictures. Is your mom crying?” Pearl smiled sweetly. “No. But if you fucking ask that again, you will know waht real tears look like.” The group fell silent. Pearl picked up her juice box and sipped it with royal indifference.

I remained there, clueless of what to say. What am I doing?! I shouldn't care about her anymore?!! **** Oatmeal, French toast and some orange juice was set in front of me. As usual, Susie sat at the other end, careful not to catch my gaze on her. I took a bite from the oatmeal and it tasted so good. " Do you use candy to make all these things?" I teased. " I think you should stop trying to get into me. It doesn't for you." She said coldly. I stopped eating.

I introduce. “Nice to meet you.” Omoh says, joining us on her feet “Please, pardon me, my hands are really busy.” “No problem at all, mine too will soon get busy.” Miss Smith smiles “Eno, your meal is so tasty it even had the white lady from Califonia, Mrs.Wright, hungry for more.” She leans forward, whispering as if she’s gossiping while Omoh returns to her business “I had mine to go, I want to take my time and enjoy it.”

"His proper name’s Salty Black Bastard. Some call him Salty, some call him Bastard. Depends what he’s done to ’em." I smiled, looking down at the cat as he looked up at me, his green eyes filled with something that might have been spite or adoration. I couldn't tell. "Well, he's Oreo now," I stated it like it was a fact. "What's an Oreo?" Oliver asked, settling down on the wooden floor beside me, his legs crossed. Oh, right... I was in fucking 1725... "It's a cookie." Oliver stared at me blankly. "Uh... It's like a biscuit," I clarified, hoping that might ring a bell for him.

Apparently, watching Say Yes to the Dress (again) while eating fattening cookies is more important. Pedro is sitting by my foot, staring up at me with a wide-eyed look. I feel as if he's judging me for indulging in sweets instead of doing my job. That, or he wants an Oreo. "Don't give me that look," I say to him. "I'm over it. I've cried my tears and have moved on. Who says I can't have Oreos because I want to?" He scoots closer to me, his soft little front-paw landing on top of my pinky toe.

“ only you would eat the cream on the biscuit and leave the entire biscuit “ he said chuckling while coming to sit next to me on the bed, he grabbed the oreo that I have thrown in the plate next to me after sucking off the cream. Okay that sounded really wrong in my head. Whenever I eat Oreos I always eat the cream first and then I leave the biscuit part for Kaiden to eat. Same with pizza I hate eating the crust of it and Kaiden love eating the crust. It was our thing and our parents thought it was cute and weird at the same time.