Witch Cookie Novels & Stories

“Don’t pretend to care about me. You make me sick.” She slammed the door behind her. The sound echoed in the silence. I stood there for a long time, staring at the scattered cookies on the floor, wondering how everything had gone so wrong. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I baked several more batches of cookies. Sugar cookies shaped like little wolves. Crescent moons glazed with colorful icing. It was the only thing that made sense anymore. I wrapped them carefully in wax paper the next morning and brought them to the office. A few of the werewolves gave me odd looks, but I smiled politely and moved on.

“Sweltering… but if you forgive me, I won’t mind!” His derisive snort answered her. “Do I matter that much?” “Wait—are you angry? Please don’t—” Hearing his ragged breath, Wendy discarded the cumbersome paws and placed a tentative hand on his chest before retrieving her peace offering. “I came to apologize. Don’t underestimate these cookies—they took my entire morning.” Each treat bore meticulous deep-purple icing with yellow-and-white lettering. Five cookies spelled “SORRY.” See? She was truly remorseful. Fluttering her lashes, Wendy presented them with saccharine sweetness.

She opens it excitedly and sighs with content when she notices the warm chocolate chips on top of them . Nora gives one to Nova before digging in and munching on one of them , almost moaning when the soft chocolate melts in her mouth . There were 6 cookies in there , the girls decided to eat the rest of them the next night when the clock would strike 12 , marking the anniversary of their birth . Since it was something they weren't usually happy about , Nova made it a point to do at least something good each year so that the younger wouldn't have such bad memories associated with her birthday .

, says Kiki, pointing at the croissants and brioches with chocolate chips and sablés, “Bite into this one, this one and this one.” I nod briefly, trying each one on, while she paranoidly analyzes whether I have any unexpected reactions. It's not possible, at first I thought it was a tantrum, but I'm realizing it's much worse. Something serious happened to Kiki in the past. It's not binge eating... I take a sablé, experimenting. These almond butter cookies are great. “Hey, it's mine!”, he says, pulling it out of my hand “No, it's not. There's a lot over there, you can eat the others”, I point with my thumb.

was a black noodle dish with seafood, served on a plate decorated with a plastic spider. For dessert, there was a selection of spooky sweets, such as "jelly brains", "chocolate spider webs" and "zombie finger cookies". The "Jell-O brains" were made of red and white Jell-O shaped like human brains, the "chocolate spiderThe "chocolate spider webs" were bars of melted white chocolate with a strand of dark chocolate, forming a spider web. The "zombie finger cookies" were made of cookie dough in the shape of human fingers with almonds to imitate fingernails.

"I bet Luna and I could make the best cookies in the whole world. What do you think, sweetheart? Should we show Daddy how it's done?" Luna nodded slowly, but her eyes stayed on me. Searching. Waiting for an answer I couldn't give. "We'll need chocolate chips," Vivienne continued, standing and taking Luna's hand. "And sprinkles. Lots and lots of sprinkles." "Can we make the ones with the smiley faces?" Luna's voice was small, uncertain. "Absolutely. The happiest cookies ever made." Vivienne led her toward the kitchen, glancing back at me with concern. But Luna kept looking over her shoulder at me, her little face crumpled with sadness and confusion. Like she knew I was lying. Like she could s

"Even when you've made my favourite meal, Princess?" "We can eat after," The man paused, reaching for a generous chunk of garlic bread—"-a snack," He broke the slice in half and offered a portion to the girl, her nible fingers accepting and lips of a small, gracious and flirty smile. She smiled that very smile, something that only grew as the man grunted and rose to his feet, a hand shifting to her thigh as her legs instantly wrapped around the man's waist. A smaller hand of the girl gripped the sides of his face as their lips tangled together, breaths instantly mixing, her crotch sitting against the man's hip, his spare hand occupied by his own portion of bread.

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

Elena I threw the door to Annie and Hannah’s room open. I grinned at them. “I have a cookie for the one that irritates Osprey and Gerald the most.” Annie giggled and shoved Hanna. “That cookie is mine.” Hannah eyed me. “What kind of cookie?” Toya poked her head from around my back before hiding back behind me. “It’s caramel chocolate chip,” she whispered. Priscilla bounced into the room. “I want in but I don’t need the cookie. I’ll do it for free.”

“Thanks.” We headed over to the ceramic container that was clearly labeled cookies. Upon closer inspection, the smaller writing beneath read “AKA Weston’s drops of sugary goodness. Eat at your own risk.” I laughed, knowing it was probably Sophie herself who had purchased it. Reaching in, I brought out two cookies, one for me and Sophie to split, and one for Ari.