Apple Pie Book Novels & Stories

Not wanting to let Grandma feel down, I said, “My grandmother taught me her apple pie recipe before she passed away. If you want, I can make it for you and grandpa.” Grandma looked so surprised as well as pleased. “You know how to make her pie? I’d love that, Sheila. Infact, my husband would love it the most if you could make it exactly as she made hers.” I immediately set to work, following the recipe my grandmother had taught me. The kitchen filled with the warm, sweet smell of baking apples, and for a while, I forgot about my nerves. When the pie was done, I brought it out just in time for lunch.

She gave me a wink as she gazed at me. “My prince, what are you baking?” I turned to face my son and inquired. The footprint I saw last night has vanished. “I’m cooking your favorite dessert, apple pie, since Grandma said you loved it, so I went on YouTube and watched a video on how to make it. Take a seat; it will be ready shortly.” Javier sat and waited without saying anything. When Xander arrived with the apple pie he had prepared for his father, the table was set and everyone was seated.

“That’s good watermelon.” “It is. I had to cut three to find a good one.” Maddox smiled at me. “However, I like pies. More specifically, apple pies.” “Huh….” “What?” “I like to cook. I’m not a great baker. Cinnamon rolls and cookies kick my ass. I have only tried to make an apple pie once. It tasted great, but looked horrible.” Maddox chuckled at that. “It is a skill. I’ll teach you.” My jaw dropped. “You can make an apple pie?”

Marlene let out a soft sigh, "You're always in such a hurry when you come back. Go ahead then." Abigail left the mansion and got into her car, then dialed a number, "Do me a favor." Marlene doted on Zoey immensely, inviting her to stay for dinner and then to make apple pie together. Zoey had a passion for food and was also very interested in making pastries, so she was happy to learn from Marlene. While waiting for the apple pie to steam, Marlene glanced towards the kitchen entrance to make sure no one was around, then pulled Zoey close to her side.

“I liked him well enough. Never liked his father. Ruthless man, colder than winter. But Damian’s not like him. Not at all.” The warmth of their words made me smile faintly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like this—a simple family moment, preparing for company. Grandma had already moved toward the kitchen, fussing with flour and sugar, declaring she was going to make an apple pie to welcome Damian. I helped her peel the apples, slice them thin, coat them in cinnamon and sugar before setting them in the crust. The smell filled the house, warm and spiced, as the pie baked. By the time it cooled on the counter, the sun was dipping lower and the air had that soft gold haze that made t

But it was there. After dinner, Eleanor brought out dessert. Apple pie. Homemade. Still warm. "I used your grandmother's recipe," she said, setting a slice in front of me. "She taught me how to make it. Freshman year. We burned the first three." "She cried," Harold teased. "I did not cry." She defended. "You definitely cried while making it." Harold smiled. "Harold." Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. "It's okay to cry over pie. Pie is emotional."

I didn’t say anything else and just grabbed Zen’s arm and walk up straight to the apple pie stall. Binigay sa akin ni Zen ang recipe book at dali-dali kong binuksan at inilipat ang mga pahina sa baking section. I keep turning the pages but I haven’t found anything about apple pie. I could find the apple pie section! Is this a scam?! The last section was an advertisement from the Capital Morning Post. It was an advertisement for the Ernst Firm’s purchase of goods! Anong gagwin ko dito? I can see anything in this recipe book that connects to apple pie! Nor apples!

ELIANA We’ve gone over the ingredients and started the prep work… and a few hours later, it came out, perfectly. The apple pie, straight from the oven, was an irresistible temptation. The flaky, buttery crust glistened with a golden hue, the aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar wafting from the warm, tender apples encased within filled the kitchen with an allure that made my stomach grumble and my mouth water. The pie had come out better than I had imagined though most of the work were done by Esme, I could only assist as much as I could while I watched as she made it.

"Hello, I'm Sapphire and I love your books," "My books?" Apple asked, baffled. Her face brightened. "Oh! My book! Little Red told me that you loved my books so I made sure to sign all the books I gave to her to pass over to you. If only I knew you were my sugar queen, I would have come to see you a long time ago!" She chirped with excitement, clasping our hands together. "What's your favourite book?" "Apple Sweetmint, that's my favourite," the story about her. Who would have thought the person in the story was the writer? "Next to Princess Berry and the gingerbread guard. That story was a bomb!!!"

Hailey's pov: I came to Alex's place after finishing my work at the cafe. When I asked him, he said he'll be home by 10 pm. Using the time, let's surprise him by preparing a cake. I learnt this cake from Elise when I saw her bringing it to work. Eggless apple cake. It sounds simple when she explains it to me, let's see how it'll turn out in practice. I prepared the ingredients for the eggless apple cake recipe: apples, milk, sugar, lemon, apple cider vinegar, cinnamon powder, baking powder and salt.