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“Cookie?�� he offered, holding up a cookie full of chocolate chips.
Upset tummy or not, there was no way I could refuse that. “Sure.��
His lips tipped to one side and he leaned towards me, his mouth inches from mine. “Come and get it.��
Come and get��? Daemon placed half the cookie between those full, totally kissable lips.
Oh, holy alien babies everywhere��
My mouth dropped open. Several of the girls at the table made sounds that had me wondering if they were turning into puddles under the table, but I couldn’t bring myself to check out what they were doing.
That cookie �� those lips �� were right there.
Heat swept over my cheeks. I could feel the eyes of everyone else and Demon�� dear God, Daemon arched his brows, daring me.
Dee gagged. “I think I’m going to hurl.��
Mortified, I wanted to crawl into a hole. What did he think I was going to do? Take that cookie out of his mouth like something straight out of an R-rated version of Lady and the Tramp? Heck, I kind of wanted to, and I wasn’t too sure what that said about me.
Daemon reached up and took the cookie. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he’d just won some battle. “Time’s up, Kitten.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

“Next time, can you ask him to bring cookies? I don't like to put up with that level of insane unless there's some kind of high-calorie compensation.”
― Lauren Beukes, The Shining Girls

“It's a date."
"It's a cookie."
"It's a cookie date.”
― Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants

“So you have your price. Your soul for a cookie.”
― James Patterson, Max

“Alright. I'm over on the dark side. You'd better have the cookies I've been promised.”
― Danika Stone, All the Feels

“This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person is me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong. I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table. I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind. Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase. It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies. You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know�� But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, What am I going to do?

In the end I thought Nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, That settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie. Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice…�� I mean, it doesn’t really work.

We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away. Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and st back.

A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies. The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.”
― Douglas Adams

“That’s the thing about the collapse of civilization, Blake. It never happens according to plan �� there’s no slavering horde of zombies. No actinic flash of thermonuclear war. No Earth-shuddering asteroid. The end comes in unforeseen ways; the stock market collapses, and then the banks, and then there is no food in the supermarkets, or the communications system goes down completely and inevitably, and previously amiable co-workers find themselves wrestling over the last remaining cookie that someone brought in before all the madness began.”
― Mark A. Rayner, The Fridgularity

“Don’t grumble,�� I said. “Or I’ll bake you more cookies.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Omens

“The next morning we experienced our very first “full English breakfast,�� which consisted of tea, orange juice, cookies, oatmeal, granola, berries, bananas, croissants, grapes, pineapples, prunes, yogurt, five kinds of cold cereal, eggs, hash browns, back bacon, sausage, smoked salmon, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans, toast, butter, jam, jelly, and honey. I don’t know how the British do it.”
― Jared Brock, A Year of Living Prayerfully

“Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Slays

“Remember, there are cookies waiting here for you.”
― Dean Koontz, Deeply Odd

“I'm starving and I'd much rather have cookies than another riot, wouldn't you?”
― Misty Provencher, Jamb

“Cookies were much better eaten then sold, and they were best homemade.”
― Jesse Haubert, We Found a Horse and Other Stories

“STRESSED is DESSERTS spelled backwards. So when you're stressed, just grab a couple of cookies. Everything in the world feels right, when the delicious smelling, buttery soft, sweet melts into each corner of your mouth...oh, and the crunch of the chocolate chips...pure heaven!!”
― Priyanka R

“Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow.

My stomach rumbles.
Plates of cookies, cake, and fudge.
Christmastime is here.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Being Bold: Quotes, Poetry, & Motivations for Every Day of the Year

“Harper walked over to her reception desk. “What’s with the Tyson look-alikes out there? I almost couldn’t get in here.��
Pixie frowned. “Better go ask your boy-o. Famous rock star in the house.�� Pixie accentuated her comment with the poke of her pen.
Jeez, he was huge. And built. And shirtless. Okay, enough staring. Well, maybe just for another second. Trent was leaning over the guy, and she could tell from the wide-reaching spread of purple transfer lines that he was just beginning a sleeve on the other man’s lower arm. The guy in the chair might well be a rock star�� although Harper would never admit she had no clue who he was�� but he was wincing. Harper could totally feel for him.
Trent was in his usual position�� hat on backward, gloves on, and perched on a stool.
Harper approached them nervously. The big guy’s size and presence were a little intimidating.
“I don’t bite.�� Oh God. He was talking to her.
“Excuse me?��
He sucked air in between clenched teeth. “I said I don’t bite. You can come closer.�� His blue eyes were sparkling as he studied her closely.
Trent looked up. “Hey, darlin��,�� he said, putting the tattoo machine down and reaching for her hand. “Dred, this is my girl, Harper. Harper, this is Dred Zander from the band Preload. He’s one of the other judges I told you about.��
Wow. Not that she knew much about the kind of music that Trent listened to, but even she had heard of Preload. That certainly explained the security outside.
Dred reached out his hand and shook hers. “Nice to meet you, Harper. And a pity. For a minute, I thought you were coming over to see me.��
“No,�� Harper exclaimed quickly, looking over at Trent, who was grinning at her. “I mean, no, I was just bringing Trent some cookies.�� Holy shit. Was she really that lame? It was like that moment in Dirty Dancing when Baby told Johnny she carried a watermelon.
Dred turned and smiled enigmatically at Trent. “I see what you mean, man.��
“Give.�� Smiling, Trent held out his hand. Reaching inside her bag, she pulled out the cookies and handed the container to him.
“Seriously, dude, she’s the best fucking cook on the planet.�� Trent paused to take a giant bite. “You got to try one,�� he mumbled, offering the container over.
Harper watched, mortified, as a modern-day rock legend bit into one of her cookies.
Dred chewed and groaned. “These are almost as good as sex.��
Harper laughed.
“Not quite,�� Trent responded, giving her a look that made her burn. “You should try her pot roast. Could bring a grown man to his knees.”
― Scarlett Cole, The Strongest Steel

“Each boat-shaped dish held scoops of vanilla and chocolate ice cream beneath thick blankets of chocolate syrup and creamy marshmallow sauce. Mounds of whipped cream rose on top, with a juicy red maraschino cherry at the very peak. Crunchy cookies poked like wings from each side.”
― Shirley Parenteau, Ship of Dolls

“The Chocolate Chip Cookie makes it healthy. Obviously.”
― Anonymous Rachel

“Baking Zomick's challah is comforting, and breads are the sweetest little bits of comfort food. They are very bite-sized and personal.”
― Zomick's Bakery

“Can I do anything for you? Bake you cookies? Walk your dogs? Throw snowballs? Just generally be a distraction?”
― Dee Henderson, Before I Wake

“Please leave my computer alone.. The only cookies I want to get are the ones I can eat.”
― Heather Wolf, Kipnuk the Talking Dog

“Please leave my computer alone.. I only like cookies when I can eat them.”
― Heather Wolf, Kipnuk the Talking Dog

“Whatever happened, at least we had cookies.”
― Diana Rowland, Vengeance of the Demon

“Everyone knows that if you eat a cookie, and the cookie next to it is broken, you're required to eat that broken cookie as well to keep the package looking clean.”
― Michelle M. Pillow

“At heart, self-publishing is kind of like a bake sale. The end product does not need to resemble the one that comes from a commercial bakery, but it must taste good. No-one wants the lumpy under baked oatmeal cookies with spinach and alfalfa flavored chips.”
― D. C. Williams

“Frankly though, bud, your criteria for what constitutes a good date is kinda skewed, if you ask me. Homemade cookies are overrated man -- trust me on this. You can find a decent bakery just about anywhere you go.”
― Susan Andersen, Baby, I'm Yours

“If the crookies don't crumble, you don't try other pastries”
― Bayode Ojo, Petals Around The Rose

“A balanced dieT to make you die with a tea, consists of holding two bags of cookies on each hand and a voracious hunger to consume.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“Rabid’s pink eyes lose their shimmer, hazy like cotton candy. Before the door closes he mutters, “Zombies in Toyland?��
Dad pauses shutting him out and exchanges a worried glance with Mom.
I giggle. “It’s a game on my phone. Rabid beat my high score a few weeks ago.�� I smirk at my little advisor. “We’ll play it again soon. I have to get my title back.��
His eyes brighten. “Generous are you! Cookies, too? Rabid White hungry be. Always.��
I laugh. “Yeah, always. I’ll have Mom make you some cookies.��
He grins, then hops away down the hall, looking more like a rabbit than a demented otherworldly being.”
― A.G. Howard, Ensnared

“You ate the cookies and drank all the milk?�� Cash asked, looking at the base of the tree.
“No. I didn’t. Why would I? I don’t like banana chip, they’re your favorite.��
“I didn’t eat them, Harper.��
“Sure you didn’t.��
“Prove it then.��
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― Shaye Evans, Christmas Wishes