Witch Cookie Novels & Stories

So quit teasing our mate before she gets pissed at us,’ he grumbled and went to lay down in the back of my mind. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, handing it to Delania. “Do you remember me showing you how to do a search?” I asked and she nodded. “Good. When Kenneth and I have to bribe Mitchum out of a funky mood, we usually go and buy a package of no bake cookies. Since we don’t have a store nearby I need you to look up how to make them. I am pretty sure it will be easy enough for you and Siobhan to manage, you guys did amazing with replicating pizza,” I explained and praised.

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

Everything was sparkling clean. "So what kind of cookies you want to bake?" How many kind of cookies are out there? "The delicious kind." I replied dumbly in which Grampa G laugh. "Chunky chocolate fudge cookie then." He suggested. "Will they like it?" "Honey, this family will kill each other even if it was only a candy." "Okay then. Let's do this!" I shouts. "Let's go!" Grampa G also shouted. We even bump our bellies. I almost toppled over if Grampa G did not catch me on time. His belly was so big and round.

I’m holding the spoon in my hand so tightly that it’s only when Quill nudges me, his eyes wide, that I realize I’ve bent it in half. “Are you on steroids or something?” he whispers under his breath, his eyes holding a mixture of fascination and awe. “And can I have whatever you’re having? That is so seriously cool! Wait let me try!” He tries it with a fork and, after a grunt, fails. I completely turn my back on where Jesse and Veronica are sitting together—she’s practically in his lap at this point—and I look at Quill, “Do you want to sneak out and see if we can meet Beth?”

Caleb moved to her other side, quietly. “Hey,” I said, brushing a curl from her forehead. “We can’t today, but next time I’ll make cookies myself. Big ones. The kind that make ovens busy all through the day.” “Matcha cookies,” Elijah added, clearly proud of the fanciest word he knows. “And butter ones that melt fast.” Caleb leaned in. “And we have silly cups that whistle when you sip. Right, Mom?” “Right,” I said. “Custom whistling cups. Very rare.”

He looked round nervously to make sure no one had seen him ogling her. Corvette went to the house, got a drink and returned. “Thanks Luke, I appreciate that. Here, have a cookie on me,” she said as she handed him one of her creamy cookies. “Thanks Corvette,” Luke said as he took it from her hand and took a bite. “Nice?” Corvette enquired. “Wow, that is amazing. It has such a nice taste, what do you put in them?” Luke asked curiously. “Well, all the usual stuff. But there is one secret ingredient,” Corvette told him with a sneaky smile.

Too much, even. WHO the hell WAS this woman? She turned then, and the full scent of what she was cooking hit me. “Hungry?” she asked, as she held out a cookie. I looked at the cookie in complete shock. It was a BREAD cookie.

They were chatting excitedly and she didn’t want to ruin their fun. She also gave some checkerboard cookies to her son. Werewolves can’t stomach chocolate after their first shift but they can before that, so it was safe for him to eat it. But she planned to stop giving him chocolate at 10. Or else even after he shifted, he would find it hard to resist eating the appetizing chocolate products. The cookies she brought for Lavana were different. They were flavoured with vanilla and little milk. After shifting, werewolves can’t take too much milk in their system. So a little occasionally is recommended.

Chaol stole glances at Asty who was observing the movement of the flame in the fireplace. The young woman's eyes were locked upon the ashy trace as she brought some biscuits inside her mouth. Vanilla-flavored confectionery cookies. These are the same snacks the King had offered them before they had left the Palace. He was reminded carefully to give the can of cookies to Asty so that she could eat them. The King also had this scowl on his face when he told him not to dare take a single piece of it. He was cruel. He remembered his words clearly:

You'd never guess how nice it really was, he thought. "Are you going to hang onto that old thing the entire way home?" Herb's wife said. He realized he still had one of the snickerdoodles in his hand. The icing was a bunch of lines in a six-pointed shape; a hex mark, they were called. For some reason, he nearly threw it out the window, but after a second of consideration he ate the whole thing in two bites. The taste of butter filled his mouth, and he felt gratified when he swallowed it, a feeling that lasted all the way home.