Apple Pie Book Novels & Stories

"Yes, Vicky is back. And this time, I’m not backing down for anyone." ... Finn's POV Meanwhile, in New York. The next day, Finn returned to Mount Pleasant and called out her name from habit. "Victoria?" Only a dead silence answered him. He frowned and walked to the entryway, where he saw a drawer was slightly ajar. A piece of paper was sticking out. It was covered in dense text. But one phrase burned in his vision: "Final Decree of Divorce." His breath hitched. His hands trembled as he snatched it up.

“Since when did you become a paparazzi?” “Cut the crap, bro. Are you thinking about the same girl Bryan told me?” She squinted her eyes, “don’t bother lying because I’ve had enough of your foolish smiles.” I scoffed and pick some of Ayle’s books randomly. What is this? How to master cooking in ten days? 101 simple receipts for breakfast! Cooking hacks: Never fails in a new receipt “Are you planning to burn our house again?” Ayle snatched those books from my hand, not before smacking the three of them on my head. “I’m tired of you feeding me shits. Girliegotta know how to cook.”

If I delayed any of them, they will torture mom and me again. ‘Just a pat on the leg and you will be good.’ I assured myself as the terrible feeling of blood rushing through my veins started to make me dizzy. I stumbled to my feet and moved around the kitchen gathering up all the ingredients to make an Apple Pie. I cut out the dough into many little maple leaves, and pasted them on top of the pie as the top crust, then put it in the baking tray. The heavenly scent of cinnamon, caramel, butter, and apple-filled the kitchen completely. There’s no better smell to remind of the burning fireplace and home. Lucinda had specifically mentioned that everything needs to be made from hands. Even the sy

Clarke walks to the other side of the car and opens the door for El who was holding a lovely pink cake box filled with her delicious, creamy, not too sweet, and buttery apple pie. She has made it with extra care and definitely with extra love with all the ingredients being extra expensive. Talk about saving money for next month. Yikes. All because she didn’t want to offend the Walton by making the pie with mediocre ingredients which she was very sure they could detect easily. Nevertheless, the pie smells amazing and she even has to stop Clarke from tasting it since she was forced to make two batches when the first one dropped on the floor when Clarke tried to take a piece. “Are you freakin k

He walked over to the dining table and carefully placed the box down. When he lifted the lid, the smell reached them immediately. Warm cinnamon. Baked apples. Buttery pastry. Emma’s expression softened. “What is that?” “My mother’s apple pie.” Alexander gave a small shrug. “She makes it whenever I accomplish something.” Emma smiled. “Anything?” “Pretty much.” “Even small things?” “Especially small things.” He smiled. “A good test. A sports trophy. A presentation that didn’t completely fall apart.” Stephanie smiled. “That sounds lovely.”

A mindfuck that felt like magic when it was happening. A few weeks later, I went to Agatha’s bar again. I called Ian to ask if he was home. He was. He suggested I come over, we could eat, watch a movie, nothing serious. I agreed immediately. It’s just a movie, I told myself. What could possibly go wrong? He lived alone in a small, cozy apartment. It was… surprisingly neat. Organized. Not a thing out of place. Just like him, put together on the outside, unreadable on the inside.

my teeth were all out as I dropped the note and picked an apple. “I'll do something nice for him in return.” I lifted the basket of fruit. “Urgh!” I grunted at how heavy it was. There were at least a hundred apples in there. The aroma of the hot, freshly baked apple pie filled the atmosphere and I was impressed by how firm and perfect the pie turned out. I cut it into ten perfect slices and Mary brought a dish for me to place one into. She had insisted on helping me do it but I had bluntly refused.

A rich aroma wafted from the kitchen. It was the apple pie that Natalie had baked. The golden and crispy apple pie was now ready. The pie, with its perfect blend of buttery aroma and tangy apples, whets the appetite and triggers salivation. Natalie handed Oliver a piece, but the man furrowed his brows, showing no interest in this kind of dessert that little girls liked. "Uncle Liam, would you like some?" Natalie turned to Liam, pretending as if nothing unmentionable had happened in the living room just now.

“Behave or I won’t share with you.” “Share what?” “This.” She pulled her hand from behind her back. the dinner plate she held bore a fat slice of pie complete with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. “Pie.” “Not just pie. Fresh, homemade apple pie.” With the fork, she sliced off the tip of the pie and dubbed a bit of ice cream. “I woke up early. You were still dead to the world, so I drove out to Apple Hill.” She extended the fork to him. “Wanna taste?”

"Just one. I don't want bitter coffee, but I don't want sweet either. Can I eat your apple pie?” The corner of his eye could not be separated from the apple pie which was still emitting a thin steam that danced in the air. Seems delicious. Brielle's apple pie has always been number one. All the expensive restaurants Alex had ever visited couldn't serve apple pies as good as Brielle's handmade apple pies. "Of course. I made it, especially for you.” After placing the cup in front of Alex, Brielle took a small plate from the cupboard and sliced ​​a large slice for Alex. She thought he must be very hungry after he got out of prison. Moreover Alex must also rarely find good food during his stay b