Witch Cookie Novels & Stories

Our desserts are bought to our table by Perseus the was a nice selection on offer glad I let sampson choose to order. Perseus put another plate down in the middle of the table with round cookie looking things all in various colours he looks to me and says “you can’t come here without trying these I made them myself they are a big hit here they are on the house” I pick up a pink one and bite into it my mouth it feels like I’m having an orgasm they are delicious it’s a combination of a crunchy outside layer then it breaks into a chewy texture with a cream filling that’s not too over powering. I smile in delight what are these cookies called they are the best sweet I’ve ever eaten. He giggles a

“Get out of my grandmother’s home right now.” But the damn man dug his heels in. “What? No. Gran’s getting me a plate of her special chocolate chip cookies. Like hell am I missing out on that.” “They’re Toll House,” I growled, shoving at his arm in frustration when I couldn’t get him to budge. “Made from frozen store-bought dough. You bake them in the oven for twelve minutes and voilà! The secret’s out. So you should just go home and bake your own.”

* The chefs brought out all the ingredients. Flour, cookies chocolate, butter, and the rest. She spread her eyes anxiously, thinking of a way to distract the chefs and add the Aphrodisiac. She forced a smile as she mixed the ingredients. "What do I do now! Ahh May! Think!" She snapped in her mind. She saw a perfect idea. "Ahhh, cockroach!" She screamed pointing in a direction and they all rushed to see the cockroach. She quickly opened the Aphrodisiac and emptied it inside the flour, she quickly threw the sachets in the bin and continued smiling.

Lindsay told Viktor. “If you are going to bake, can I request the chocolate chip peanut butter oatmeal cookies you make? Those are good,” Little Bob said. “Oh, those are good. Those, and the coconut cookies that she makes. Those might be my favorite,” Big Bob said to Little Bob. “And as you can tell, I have done that before,” Lindsay told Viktor. “If you can find a reason to stop by her house on a day when her husband is making pizza from scratch, do it. It is the best I have ever had,” Big Bob told everyone just as Madison walked in.

She’s beamed. “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I smiled. Leah turned to look at the girl beside her, saying, “This is my assistant, Maya, and we brought you some Biscotti.” “What are those?” I peered at the container. “Oh, I forgot you aren’t Italian. Well, they are cookies suitable for dipping in coffee or wine,” Leah explained. How did she know I liked cookies? Maya smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. I shrugged it off, guessing she might have had a misunderstanding with her boss. She extended the container to me, and I collected it, expressing gratitude. Maybe I could invite them in for some company.

Milli carefully arranged the iced shortbread cookies the Church Ladies’ Auxiliary had ordered for the evening service on several large trays. She had made almost two hundred more than needed to make sure the twelve hundred she brought tonight were perfect. Mrs. Wallace and Mrs. McConnell had oohed and awwed over the blue and white iced stars. Each cookie covered in two colors of flares, swirls, dots, and loops; this filigree work had taken a long time. The six-pointed stars looked more like abstract snowflakes or quilted ornaments than cookies. They were art, her art, but they were also an offering, each made with a prayer for her son while she ignored the inevitable.

“Not waiting for dessert?” “It’s later. They’re going to have a campfire and we’re having s’mores.” Steph gave an exaggerated moan. “Marshmallows, graham crackers, and gourmet dark chocolate.” Fluttering her eyelashes, she added, “Be still, my heart.” “That sounds like fun.” Anne walked over and flopped down on a chair at one of the small tables. Of course, she really didn’t know. During the summers when Christa and Steph went off to summer camp, Anne’s parents had made sure she attended fat camp. S’mores were most definitely not on the menu, but a weeklong course of intimidation and shame had been enough to ruin her appetite.

I hear some low chuckles as behemoth numero uno says "I'm Azriel. The giant next to me demolishing the cheesecake is my older brother Atlas. The guys digging into the apple pie is my little brother Saint. The two knuckleheads tearing up those cupcakes are Stryker and Saxon. They're our cousins. Well 2 of them anyways. Finally the quiet guy snatching cookies is Liam. He's a friend of ours and Lincoln's older brother. We've known each other for years but never really connected the dots until boss brought you guys home the other night." "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm not done baking yet. I planned on making some pumpkin rolls, a variety of cakes and some baclava but don't ask me to cook any

she explains warmly, “It’s my own special blend. It replenishes energy and rebalances power in the body. Think of it as magical Gatorade!” I can’t help but wonder if her cookies work on people who haven’t been through near death experiences. I could probably use some magical Gatorade given what we’ve all been through the past few days! “And yes, you can eat these cookies even if you haven’t been cursed or otherwise injured,” she says with a grin, anticipating my question, “But it won’t do exactly the same thing for you. Its effects on you would probably be closer to drinking coffee. That’s the best way I can describe it.”

she said and sat down next to Rocco. “Damn. How did you make those?” I said in awe, when I saw the toast. The egg was literally incorporated into the bread in shapes of hearts, bells and little trees. And the waffles were green and cut so that they looked like Christmas trees, as well. She’d even decorated them with Smarties. “Chef’s secret,” she smirked and pretend-zipped her lips. Jakehad already stuffed his mouth full, but I was hesitant. “You don’t like it?” Catherine asked, worried.