Witch Cookie Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m a paying customer.” “He’s getting that to go, Spider,” Mirrie said, ignoring Shane completely. “No, he’s not, Spider.” Mac eyed the pastries piled up in front of him. “Wow. Those smell good. Fresh-baked?” “Yep,” Spider said. “I made ‘em myself this morning. You want something?” “Sure do,” Mac said. “Maybe a few croissants? And a blueberry muffin and… ummm, let’s see… those white chocolate chip cookies look amazing.” He glanced at Mirrie, remembering how much she loved sweet stuff. “Three of those.”

Just…different. “You taste that?” I asked. Ivan frowned, expression changing. “Actually…” “What?” His eyes widened. “I do not think these are the complimentary cookies.” “What?” I spluttered. “They’re the special menu.” “The what now?” “The—” His chair scraped backward, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh…” I blinked. “What?” “They’re cannabis cookies.” I stared at him. “…You have got to be kidding me.” He winced.

The mowing team had finally been persuaded to drive away, making the other two join them both. “Here, let me go and get something then.” I turned to the house and ran inside. The sooner they were able to clean up all that blood, the less likely someone would try to stop and help. Reaching inside the house, I turned to the macarons I had left over from last night. I had about two dozen left of the assorted cookies; I always brought more home with me when I baked them at the bakery. “These should do, the sugar should make the healing kick in faster.” I handed them to the Viking, who took a handful and shoved them into his mouth. “Thsm arrr mamsjng!” He said through a mouthful of cookies.

But still. “Raven? I brought some cookies,” Granny Ada called through the door before bringing in a plate of cookies with her. My eyes had immediately zoomed in on the zucchini cookies on the plate. Don’t judge a zucchini cookie before eating one. Although they don’t look very appetizing, they are quite yummy and slightly healthier than the average cookie. Just the sweet and delicious scent was making my mouth water. I almost reached out and took a zucchini cookie before freezing halfway. This could be a delicious trap set by Kayen. I wasn’t too sure if I wanted to walk right into that one. Hopefully, Granny Ada was there to supervise the entire time, to make sure he didn’t put anything funn

I said looking her in the eye. “I’ll use them to decorate the cookies, they’re tasty and they make the cookies look a lot more presentable on the table” “Cookies?” I asked frowning in confusion, it being a term I never heard before. “Biscuits, but they’re stuffed with the cocoa, which is why I call them cookies” Kiara said smiling, giving me a piece of biscuit, which seemed to have small darker brown circles matching the color of the cocoa she made, I tried one and I closed my eyes letting the delight dance in my mouth.

“I’ve already eaten far too many today, and I’d hate to see them go to waste.” “I want a chocolate one,” Riley said, his eyes as big as saucers. “Okay, there are a few different chocolate ones. There’s the chocolate, caramel, and marshmallow one, and there’s a wagon wheel one—” “Wagon wheel?” “You know, like the biscuit? It has chocolate strawberry jam and marshmallows. And then there’s chocolate mud and chocolate peanut butter.” “All of them,” Riley said. Rosie laughed. “I don’t think so. You can pick one for now and one for after dinner. What do you think your dad would like?”

Zenos’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and he pronounced authoritatively. The conference hall immediately turned quiet, and all the higher-ups shifted their gaze to Zenos. "Heart waffles?" Zenos calmly arched his brows, folded his arms, and scoffed in amusement. Calmly, Zenos extended his hands and took out a Wafflescookies snack lying on the table. Surprisingly, it was the one Zenos caught with Hayden earlier. "Shirt.” Zenos intoned the product name before fixating his gaze back on the screen. “An old-new product!"

She merely raised an eyebrow and took a step back. The air was electric with tension, and for a moment, all you could hear was the fire crackling and the snow pounding on the windows. Then, in a futile effort to break the tension—or maybe just because I was too aware of Creed being there—I grabbed a plate of cookies and held it out towards him. "These are my legendary gingerbread cookies. We usually serve them with hot chocolate or chocolate milk. Tradition.".