Young White Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

That seemed to raise some red flags as far as Leila was concerned At the sound of Mrs. Morten’s footsteps echoing back across the linoleum kitchen, both girls scrambled to take a seat on the couch before they were caught snooping. Zen remembered to be the picture of modesty by crossing her legs at the ankle as their host came into the living room carrying a tray with iced tea, lemonade, and what appeared to be Fig Newtons. Leila remembered those nasty cookies from her childhood, the only ones her grandmother would keep in her house, and the only dessert she would serve her granddaughters. That was the only thing Leila and Lily had ever agreed on, as both girls found the cookies gross and fed

Lily coughed, with her eyes wide as she tried to open the oven door without getting her face hit by the hot air. "Under control? It smells like you're cremating something in there. You didn't tell me anything about baking!" I couldn't help but clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Lily glared at me. "What were you even making again?" I asked, stepping closer. "Cookies," she muttered, waving more smoke away. Her mum grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the tray out herself. The cookies... if you could even call them that... we're pitch black. Not dark brown. Black.

I see Lily on her phone, and she sees the plate. "They want freshly baked cookies." I say. I slam the plate down, and go to the freezer to get the cookie dough. "We should poison the cookies." Lily says evilly. "Trust me, it wouldn't work out in the end. If one of them tried to sue me, they'll get their fancy lawyers and win." "I don't understand why they're all snotty. They would be nothing without their daddy's money." Lily says, helping me scoop the dough. Soon we're done, and put the batch in the oven. I grab a sliced apple, and dip it into the Nutella. A few seconds later, I hear they're blasting one of Sylvester's songs.