Witch Cookie Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Kari asked, walking in and stopping by her brother, ruffling his hair as he looked up at her. "Yep. I hate to leave you guys, but it’s back to the grind of life for me." He pushed out his lip and Lisa patted his thigh. "I'm sure you'll make do. You always do, right?" He winked at her and reached for another scone, Kari leaning over to grab one, too. "These look great." Kari looked over at Sicily. "What kind are they?" "Cinnamon Vanilla Pecan. Trying something new today." She shrugged.

“Let’s go before she drags us there by force.” We end up at a little neon-lit shop on the corner, sticky floors and rainbow sprinkles everywhere. Kenzie orders something violently pink with gummy worms sticking out. Claire gets mint chocolate chip, Aaron orders plain vanilla—of course he does—and I go for cookies and cream, which immediately wins me “coolest grown-up” status with Kenzie.

Mitch glanced at him. Wyatt sat on the floor posing the same as Mitch, his eyes wide, his mouth open. The lights glow reflected on the boy's face as well. "Nope, it's the prettiest one I've seen, too." "Would you two like to take a break and have a cookie? Marie also made some hot cocoa and even put those little marshmallows on top." "I love those marshaamallowws," Wyatt stumbled over the big word. He looked at the platter of cookies, some he'd made, and finally chose a decorated Christmas tree. "Look, this is pretty but not as pretty as the big one."

"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.

"Yeah, and they're delicious but they're not the main focus of the company 'cause the profit margin is kinda low. Understandably, you don't know this since you've just entered the company. Lucas has a special fondness for the snacks manufactured under his company 'cause Anya has always loved those snacks so Lucas made sure the snacks are well-made." As he was saying that, Jason picked up a shopping basket and threw some of the snacks in before opening a bag of cookies for Corinne to try. "This is one of the classic sandwich cookies by Rivera Group. Do you want to try?" Corinne accepted the cookie and her eyes shrank to pinpoint size with just one bite. 'This taste, it's so familiar.' She fe