Blair Waldorf Must Pie Novels & Stories

“I know it’s a pie. Why is there a pie? Who made a pie? In our garden?” Kael scanned it with three of his arms. “Composition: standard flour, water, fat, local brambleberries. No narrative contaminants. No encoded messages. No weapons-grade filling. It is, by all metrics, just a pie. A poorly made one.” I knelt beside it. The warmth radiating from it was fading, but still present. This hadn't been here long. I reached out a trembling finger and touched the crimped edge. A tiny, familiar psychic signature zinged up my arm—a signature of focused intent, stubborn patience, and a complete lack of culinary skill.

Wild sorely hoped Jon had good news for him. The sound of a fork against plastic was pretty annoying, but so very worth it when mixed with the scent of eggs, flour, milk, vegetable oil, sugar, baking powder, salt, and vanilla combined into battery goodness the way she was doing now. Wild gulped down saliva. He would not drool over the unmade waffles. "Good morning, kid." Wild's eyes flicked to Jon before going back to watching the batter. "Morning..." Elaine laughed quietly. "Good morning, Wild. You must love waffles, hm?"

Blakely then turned around briefly to call out to a young man whose head was starting to show at the top of the stairs, "Tyson, bring the food here." The young man with short curly hair with pale skin and average height immediately walked over to the table occupied by Brielle's guests and then immediately placed the dishes that Blakely had prepared in the kitchen a moment ago. “I made pecan pie and roselle tea. I hope you guys don't mind drinking tea in the morning like this." "I'm fine," said Antonio quickly. “Besides, we have to taste something different in such a beautiful place as this. If it's just a cup of coffee, people, myself included, can brew their own at home.”

His eyes eventually found mine, then dropped to the dish in my hand. “Is that… a pie?” he asked in a hoarse voice. I didn’t think he’d spoken all day. I straightened up just a little. “No, a sandwich. Of course, it’s a pie.” “Are we having pie today? Where’d you get that?” Why was he so interested? “No. This is just mine. Arya made it, you know. A token of appreciation for the man of the moment.” “She made you a whole pie?”

Sure she’s a wanted mercenary, but hey, Metil was also one, on the same team even. Marlin looked up and placed an index finger on her chin, acting cutesy. “Hmm~ how about a classic? Chess!” Marlin spread her hands in front of her. There was an orange coloured magic circle in Marlin’s palm. A table with chequered texture suddenly popped up out of the ground along with the chess pieces that were made out of clay. After that, she also created two stools made from the earth as well. Metil pursed his lips as if just slightly impressed. He took a seat on the tiny earth stool. Marlin did consider his size, but his legs barely fit under the table. Marlin fixed that in a jiffy though.

“Yum.” Alex snorted out a laugh, which earned him another glare from me. “Most of the food is cold, dear.” Missy clucked in disappointment. “Do you want me to heat ‘em up or skip straight to dessert? I made pecan pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie—” “Dessert!” Ralph and I shouted at the same time. “Alex?” Missy raised her eyebrows. “One slice of pecan pie is fine, thank you.” “Nonsense. You’re getting a slice of all three,” she said firmly. “I made ‘em for a reason, didn’t I?”

Blair clicked her tongue in boredom as she was too tired for any kind of argument. "I didn't say anything, princess," Blaze raised her hands in surrender as she walked towards her. "I'm not interested, Blaze," with that she turned around to go back in her suite when she realised she had her strawberry pie in the fridge. Blair walked to the fridge and opened the door looking around for the pie. When she couldn't find it, she cursed her brother. Later in the middle of the night when Giovanni was sleeping cuddled with the baby mama, his phone buzzed nonstop.

"Those brownies have won first place and more Pelican Bay blue ribbons at the fair than any other entry. So many that jackass, Pierce's father, barred me from entering them anymore. The father's the jackass not so much Pierce. Jury's still out on that boy." I drop the brownies on the counter, the glass dinging. "Oh..." "How long until the coffee's done?" I look behind me into the cold and empty coffee pot sitting lifeless on the counter. "Couple minutes," I say flipping the switch on. "Let me get a knife to cut these." I start toward the kitchen when the bell above the door stalls my steps. Tabitha, wearing a black T-shirt with a gold glitter unicorn above the words 'I live in a made-up worl

What is she doing here? Wanda gave a small wave when she saw Dani peeking around the doorjamb through the screen door. Dani blew out a breath and tried to muster up a smile for her visitor as she made her way to greet Levi’s mom. She opened it slowly, glancing over Wanda’s shoulder to see if Levi was with her. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, honey,” Wanda said hesitantly. “I brought you some pie.” She smiled and held up her hands holding a round disc covered in aluminum foil.

“It’s from the bakery around the corner, the one we use for special events at the studio. Bruce wanted to make a pie from scratch, but there wasn’t time,” Ritchie lamented. “Mmmm.” Fiona nodded, licking her lips. Tonight, she was not counting calories.