Blueberry Pancakes Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

The morning sun spilled gold across Grace’s marble kitchen floor, but warmth was the last thing she felt. The air was sterile, too clean—like the quiet after a storm. Ryan sat across the table, his jaw tight, fingers wrapped around a mug of coffee he hadn’t touched. She slid a plate of pancakes toward him with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I added blueberries. Your favorite.” He didn’t look up. Just stirred his coffee like it might give him answers she refused to say aloud.

A few minutes later, Almost an hour later, I finished making a reasonable amount of blueberry fluffy pancakes, and I served them on up to four ceramic plates, before I took the plates to the dining room, where I put honey on top of each one of them. By the way, the extra plate of pancakes was for me. Also, I decided not to make tea now, because I wanted to go upstairs to my room and take my bath. Besides, I wanted my tea to be hot, or at least warm, if I was using it to eat the pancakes. Staring at the delicious looking fluffy blueberry pancakes that were worth salivating for, I grabbed a single piece of it from one of the plates, before I rushed upstairs, like a naughty kid who was afraid o

She'd closed the door she'd ran through abruptly with a grey, fluffy pillow bouncing off it. Standing in the middle of my empty room now, I puffed my cheeks and released the air sharply: blowing away a curl of hair in the process. It was almost time for breakfast. Almost time for me to face reality. I glared at the expensive Versailles-esque drape, from Marie Antoinette, that covered the length of the north window. I glared at it if it was the reason I felt like the universe was conspiring against me.

Swiftly he grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a mug before asking his cousin again, “Don’t you have an ID briefing this morning?” Jane came to the island and gently placed a stack of pancakes on his plate, complete with fresh blueberries. He hated blueberries but popped one into his mouth anyway. Opposite him, his cousin smiled at Jane as she set his plate and the inner corners of Daniel’s eyes slanted downwards.

"Where are the blueberries?" Dalton stuffed his mouth with pancakes. "What did you do to the blueberries?" Anna asked. Dalton cut through a piece of the egg, then placed it in his mouth. "Why did you use raspberries on the pancakes? You preferred blueberry pancakes!" When Dalton didn't say anything, Anna turned to Delia. "Delia, what happened to the blueberries?" "Err," Delia turned to look at Dalton, seeming a bit unsure. Dalton simply continued eating, acting like he wasn't being interrogated at the moment. Anna even called in a witness!

When I stroll in, my beta, Deke, is there tearing open a package of pancake mix. “Good morning, Alpha,” Deke greets, tossing me a smile. He’s always so damn chipper in the mornings. “Good morning,” I reply groggily, running a hand through my hair to smooth it back. “Pancakes?” Deke grins, sliding a bowl of blueberries across the counter toward me. “Blueberry pancakes.” “Mmmm…” My mouth is already watering. Deke gets to mixing up the pancake batter as I lean against the counter, taking a blueberry from the bowl and popping it into my mouth. I must still be riding the high of last night, because the fruit tastes sweeter than ever before.

i asked him. "You can't eat yourself,that's called cannibalism!" "I meant..the pancake! A piece of pancake!" I furrowed.What a naughty boy! "Ohhh..okay..the pancakes! Yes!" He winked at me. What the hell,did he thought i was saying?! Grrrr! Anyway,i don't care,i just wanted to eat that yummy mouth-watering pancake! Dylan grabbed a plate and placed the blueberry flecked pancakes carefully on it,like a chef. Butter slided slowly down the pancakes, leaving a thick yellow trail behind it. The warm maple syrup was drizzled on the pancakes,thus, covering them in a brown, thick and sweet blanket. The visual only ,made my stomach begin to shout "Hunger,hunger,hungeeeeeer!"

Her coffee was more milk than coffee, and my coffee was black. She removed the silver platters that covered her dishes, and her eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Blueberry pancakes, a savory crepe, and a side of bacon and toast… Wow. Good sex, and now this? Guess karma is a real thing.” She drenched her pancakes in maple syrup and took a bite, closing her eyes as she savored it. “Damn, this is good shit.” She moved on to her crepe and took a couple bites of that, nodding as she savored the taste in her mouth. “Fuck yeah.” I watched her, unable to stop the smirk from entering my lips.

Tessa's POV Sera and I sat at the breakfast table as I served her my hand made pancakes with berries. Sera is obsessed with all kinds of berries so I made her blue berry pancakes with syrup. I am so glad that I could finally feed her way better and healthier meals now that I have a well paying job. She poured a whole lot of syrup on her pancakes, almost drenched them actually, and tore a piece of it with her cutlery. She and I clicked our forks together as she excitedly said," Cheers!" we both took a bite at exactly the same and trained at the sweet goodness.

The clincking sound of silverware was all that filled the room. Mrs Russos piercing gaze seemed to dissect my every move, making me so conscious and feeling like an outsider in her skin. There was quite a variety of options on the table. Cinnamon Rolls, French toast, blueberry pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and sausage. Mrs Russo had Cinnamon Rolls and scrambled eggs. Mr Russo had French toast, sausage, baked beans, and a cinnamon roll. I decided to just go for the blueberry pancakes and sausages. If I got my hands on those cinnamon rolls, the entire basket would be empty. My obsession is out of this world. So I’d rather just avoid it.