Witch Cookie Novels & Stories

"Hey Bri, do you have any more of those macadamia nut cookies?" "I have a half-eaten one. Last one." she chuckled and waved the delicious cookie before passing it to me through the silver bars. Her grandma worked in the kitchens, and unlike the rest of us, Brianna secretly got a dozen or more cookies a week. She was kind enough to share them with me.

Setting the tray down on the table between them, she took a cookie then lifted her glass for a sip of wine. “Really? Cookies and wine?” “Listen, separately, they’re both good,” Sparkle explained, waving her cookie at the plate, challenging him to join her. “But together, they’re… pure Heaven.” The cookies were good, Kaleb thought, reaching out to pick one up and bite in. All he’d had to do was close his eyes so he wasn’t faced with iced, sprinkled Santas and they were just cookies. “That’s good.” “Thanks.” Sparkle sat back in the chair.

It was nice, since they couldn't afford to eat that well on their own. He'd also said that he'd help his grandma make these special cookies called ma'amoul which were stuffed with date puree. Scott made sure to get every bit of information he could on those, and passed them along to his dad. More cookies at Christmas was never a bad thing, and Scott was hoping it would be a nice surprise. He was looking forward to those, too.

chocolate chip cookies! I hear her giggle, "You always smell like chocolate chip cookies to me. Sooo I baked you some!" I didn't really eat cookies but I like that she made them just for me. "Ms. J I don't really eat these but thanks anyway." She looks shocked glancing at the container then me. "But you always smell like them, to me anyway." She glanced at the crowd and took two cookies sitting them on the containers top and said, "I'll share the wealth. Who wants some cookies?!" I seen my cousin, Shawnae and the triplets and the Deltas kids all run and grab a cookie from my Mate. They all gave her hugs, except Shawnae who kissed her too calling her Mom? I don't know how I felt about that.

She sat at the breakfast bar and watched Trina clear up the dirty plates. Catching a scent, she glanced at the table to find cookies. "You baked cookies?" "Oh yes. They're sugar cookies, you remember them?" Trina asked, her gaze focused on the dishes. "Sugar cookies? I never really had them. Sounds like it'll be too much sugar for me." Regardless, she picked a piece and examined it. It was coated in melted sugar and the feel of it made her fingers slightly sticky, the smell also gave her a funny feeling.

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”

“You better.” “It’s all your fault,” I hear Connor mutter. I bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter again and ending up crying like before. Thank goodness I’m not wearing any makeup. I turn back to Julie. “I’d love to come. I’ll ask my parents later.” Julie smiles happily, while Paul rolls his eyes. “Ah, Brianna, I almost forgot. I made some cookies. Do you want to try them? They’re chocolate and coconut!” Hearing that makes my eyes light up. “I’d love to try them!” I exclaim.

Alpha Matthew nodded in understanding, “Now that I think about it, I remember learning about this in science class. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before now.” After lunch, the guys went back to work while Luna Jessie and I went to my suite. I sighed, “I want chocolate.” Luna Jessie agreed, “I do too.” I smiled, “I have the perfect treat for a chocolate craving.” I went to the kitchen and started making my special no-bake cookies. Literally, two-minutes later, we were sitting on the bar stools, staring down at the cookies, waiting for them to solidify. I finally growled, “Enough of this.” I walked around the island and grabbed two spoons and a box of saltine crackers. I handed a spoon

CLAIRE'S POV: Jennifer’s cookies were ridiculously good—crispy on the edges, soft in the center, and just the right amount of chocolate. We sat cross-legged on the kitchen stools, laughing over a meme she’d shown me while munching through our third batch. "You know," she said, licking a crumb off her thumb, "if I ever open a bakery, I’m naming it ‘Jennifer’s Justified Cravings.’" I chuckled. "You’d have to give me lifetime access. These cookies are basically therapy."

“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.