Apple Pie Book Novels & Stories

"He came by this one time, and was worried it'd get cold before he got home, so he kept it under his clothes. Surely you know how hot a newly baked apple pie could be." Zoe felt warmth blossom in her chest. There were times when she wanted to stay home, and Bob would come out here to buy her apple pie… If only she knew how good of a man he was! She would have started dating him ages ago. What could’ve gotten into her, that she was so eager to humiliate herself? "Take it slow. You'd burn yourself if you eat too fast," the owner said as he handed her an apple pie. "Thank you," she replied, and called Bob while she ate.

With a crust of finely ground ginger cookie crumbs to add a delicious crunch, the caramel drizzled, maple apple cream pie was a hot favourite and regardless of the weather, it inevitably disappeared from the table within seconds. Proserpina made it a point to see that her staff also got to have a large helping of every dish that was carried out to the main dining hall. With the Nord family over, it was tricky since the children and Maja were healthy eaters, thought Proserpina, dimpling. But nothing, as Beatrice declared, waving her ancient wooden spatula like a soldier brandishing a weapon, Nothing was Impossible for Proserpina Delano the old woman was fond of saying proudly.

And once you reach for it, you will identified as one of their leader. Every born child of Alpha's will have their own book. And this book will lead them to a quest. A quest will help them to level up. These Alpha's were created by Mother Tree, she was the most powerful of the underworlds. She can give more life to every creature in their land. But creating the Alpha's would be her greatest mistake because instead of protecting their land they were the one destroying it by killing each other just to be a leader. The four Alpha's can be recognized which group of clan they're belong by the color of their eyes.

"Aunty Nova, do I smell something sweet? Nikky dashed in the house, playing his usual innocent face as he hopped to Aunt Nova. Nova laughed heartily, what was up with this boy and his excessive love for food? "Yes Nik, it's apple pie. It's a family recipe, it's so good." Nova rolled the dough. "Would you like to help prepare?" Nova asked, her eyes twinkling in delight. Nikky's face squeezed in dismay, he hated the cooking but loves the eating. Still, he needed to have a taste of the Apple pie, he could not just resist. "I will help in the cooking Aunty." Nikky smiled, exposing his dimple, what a cute little child.

Her steps carried her toward the kitchen, the faint hum of the refrigerator and the scent of something warm drawing her forward. Valerie stood at the counter, sleeves pushed up, measuring flour into a large glass bowl. The kitchen light softened the sharp edges of her features, and her hair was pulled back in a loose knot. She looked up as Suzi entered, her sharp eyes scanning her face before softening. Valerie looked at her and smiled. “Come here. You can help me.” Suzi looked at her with confusion. “Help you?” “We are making an apple Pie,” Valerie said simply, tipping the flour into the bowl and reaching for the sugar. “Maxwell’s favorite,” she added.

I settled into the chair, the scent of the freshly baked apple pie wafting around us. "I thought I'd share a moment with you before I head out on Father's errand," I explained, presenting the apple pie with a grin. Her eyes lit up, and she chuckled. "Ah, Ania's apple pie. A perfect choice, my love." We indulged in the decadent sweetness, the flaky crust crumbling with each bite. As I savoured the familiar taste, I felt a sense of homecoming. The stresses of my journey began to fade, replaced by the comforting presence of my mother and the delightful flavours of Aunty Ania's masterpiece.

Amelia’s POV TWO WEEKS LATER The oven dinged and I wore my gloves. The sweet scent of cherry pie filled the air and I took out the pan and placed it on the counter. I reached on my toes for my mother's favourite plate and I cut myself a piece. I munched down on it thrice and nodded my head, feeling satisfied at the result. I turned to her cook book and I closed it. Her recipe had finally paid off. It was worth the time and energy dedicated to it.

“Can you bake an apple pie? I don’t know why, but I’m really craving one.” Ivy sighed long and deep. First it was lemon pudding, then vegetable salad, strawberry smoothies, sponge cake, and now? Apple pie? What was his stomach made of—steel or magic? And honestly, their cart was already overflowing. “Josh, maybe we can save the apple pie for next week. Didn’t you say you wanted lemon pudding?” Josh pouted like a disappointed kid. “You don’t know how to make it?” “It’s not that I don’t,” Ivy said, rubbing her forehead, already overwhelmed. “Are you sure we need to buy this much? I see a lot of stuff we really don’t need.”

My mouth watered as my stomach started to growl. "I’ll have a slice of the apple pie and a cup of hot milk," Annie ordered right after me. Even though the place was empty, I instinctively looked for a table in the corner—a habit I just couldn’t shake. It didn’t take long for the woman to bring us our orders. I ate my first slice in silence, slowly savoring every bite, paying close attention to the explosion of flavors. The slight tartness of the strawberries contrasted perfectly with the creamy, sweet filling. The crust melted in my mouth. As I started my second slice, I realized Annie was absolutely right—these pies were amazing!

“I waited for you so long that I almost fell asleep here. Your pasta and apple pie are cold." The woman pointed at two plates containing a serving of pasta and half an apple pie, the shape of which made Calvin's stomach churn as he wanted to eat it. "You make apple pie too?" Calvin frowned. Meanwhile, Hazel grimaced a little and looked regretful from the look on her face that she showed the man. “I found apples in the fridge, and Emily was whining for apple pie. Sorry." "Why apologize?" Calvin asked, pulling the wooden chair in front of the woman to sit down. "You're free to take whatever you want in the kitchen."