Pure Vanilla Cookie X White Lily Cookie Novels & Stories

I said, and take another bite. She pulls out a sharpie and circles the cake on the laminated menu. I watch her stand and walk over to the table. She brings back six plates and I now have three cakes to sample. “Here we have the coconut cake with chocolate mousse and white cream, the classic vanilla cake with passion fruit curd and passion fruit cream, and the toasted almond cake with chocolate mousse and crushed raspberry cream.” “Ooh,” I say, and my eyes widen like saucers.

Lily said, half through her third bite, "this vanilla lavender one is talking to me." "Talking to you how? In the form of a lullaby or a Shakespearean sonnet?" "More like, 'Eat six slices and pretend it's prenatal medicine.'" He smiled. "The chocolate ganache is singing my name. But I will compromise in the interest of love and choose the lavender if I have sole frosting-licking privileges." Lily narrowed her eyes. "Define 'sole.'" "Anything with frosting and your mouth? Mine. Forever." She laughed. "Deal."

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.

she said, entirely unapologetic. We sat, and the woman began explaining flavors. Vanilla bean. Lemon raspberry. Chocolate espresso. Almond with honey buttercream. Red velvet. Coconut cream. Lily leaned toward me and whispered, “We have to try all of them.” “All?” I murmured. “I thought this was a tasting, not a challenge.” She smiled innocently. “Did you bring your competitive spirit or not?” The first bite was vanilla bean. I took it seriously—fork, careful bite, thoughtful chew.

Linda turned away immediately when Mae looked up and caught her staring, grabbing a tray out of the fridge Linda placed it in front of Mae. "First batch,you have,coco bread with chocolate filling, there cake no vanilla extract though,there is normal bread,the one you like……uh here is some cookies,I actually baked them because of Carl but you can have them,and uhh there is croissant,I just learned how to,you would like it….if you try em all and you like it I'd bring out the other batch,that one is even way cooler than this!" Linda said, clapping her hands together as she watched Mae eat.

Not noticing the displeasure in his voice, Xavia nodded and replied, “Yeah, I love lilies… After all, they’re white, and they seem so much purer compared to the typical rose…” …Heh. So, she never really liked the roses he had given to her in the past, huh…?! Taking a deep breath, Zivon replied, “…I see…! Well, white flowers kind of remind me of funerals, so…” Naturally, his response stunned Xavia. After all, he was clearly comparing lilies to white chrysanthemums! Then again, it hadn’t been too long since his mother had died, so maybe that was what prompted that thought…

~~Edward~~ “Uncle!” Lily screeched, running towards me. Her clothes are almost drenched, stained plus her hair and face covered in white patches. What the hell is going on here. What is this woman doing to my niece. “Lily, what happened” I asked bending to face her “Nothing, Katherine and I are making cookies” she said happily “What? You need to take your bath and change princess” “No!” She pouted “I want to see the cookies”

I winked. She blushed. “Tell Sally not to say anything we should have a get together. Invite my parents. You know surprise everyone. Maybe after my next appointment we can get a blood test and see what we are having.” “Beautiful idea my love.” I wrapped her in my arms and kissed the top of her head. ‘Sally?’ I mind linked her. ‘Yes alpha?’ She asked. ‘I know you’re closed but I need you to make me a gallon sized tub of your best vanilla ice cream with chocolate and peanut butter swirls and brownie chunks in it. For our Luna please.’

I said, and Mrs Kowalski cleared her throat from the doorway where she was pretending to read a magazine. We cut the cookies into shapes, and Lily wanted stars and hearts and dinosaurs, and Rook wanted hockey sticks, and I told him that we did not have a hockey stick cutter, and he said that we should buy one. Lily cut a cookie that was supposed to be a star but looked like a blob, and she said that it was Daddy, and Rook said that it looked exactly like him before coffee.

But when I begged her for cookies, they were something she could whip up in a second. I decided it was time to indulge in the memory and I would get the dozen or two that were there. Still waiting for the voice from the back to appear, I tried to put my finger on what had smelled so divine when I was outside. It had a scent of vanilla to it; but it definitely wasn’t the cookies I smelled. The other cases had cakes and cupcakes, fancy dessert bites, and other confections; but none of them had the vanilla smell mixed with smokey caramel and rum.