Blueberry Pie Elf の小説・ストーリー

Joseph seemed busy right now, and it would not be appropriate to disturb him. Chloe and Noah engaged in a casual conversation. After a while, he went to the refreshment area and brought back a slice of blueberry pie for her. Chloe delicately held a small spoon, savoring each bite of the pie. The creaminess intertwined with the sweetness and tanginess of the blueberries created a delightful combination of flavors that pleased her palate. "Is it delicious? There's also a strawberry pie. If you like it, I can—" Noah paused abruptly, his gaze fixed in the direction of the stage.

Everett asked with disbelief, eyes wide, as if he just heard elephants grow dicks on their foreheads. "No way, you are not eating, these are mine. Get your mate to prepare yours!" "But the pie," Everett cried, "apple-pear-ginger pie. You know they are my favourite! You can't do this to me. Gemma can't bake," "Hendrix, please, let me have just one piece?" Cooper asked, giving the alpha adorable puppy eyes. My shoulder sagged, he was breathtaking, and even the alpha knew it because he stepped aside for him.

Her parents had made it sound like they had no control over the situation, and they were forced to send Ellie. "Oh my gosh, these are the best!" Sam grabbed two slices of pecan pie and pointed them out to Ellie. "You have to try them! I don't know what they put in it, but it is to die for. Literally, I would probably die knowing I couldn't have these anymore." Ellie mindlessly added pecan pie to her plate, mostly to avoid a conflict about dying if she never tasted it again, but her mind was burning in anger. She couldn't wait to get to her room and her phone, she and her parents had a lot to catch up on.

She still hadn't sat on her throne, but as Violet gazed at her reflection in the mirror she was starting to feel like it was time. She was in a white gown made by Basharr—the skilled artisans at Darrow's Tailor Shop had crafted it for her—so it rose above her knees but panels of red, silver, blue, white, and green streamed from her shoulders, wrapped around her chest, and fell loose at her waist, leaving the light fabric to billow in the wind. Another symbol of the healing between the elves.

After the elf servants provided snacks, Maria happily munched on her sandwich when a female elf wearing a chef’s uniform walked into the room with a smile. "Happy seeing you, Charlotte~!" The elf-lady had blonde hair worn into a long braided ponytail that rested over her left shoulder. Behind her, dressed in similar chef uniforms, were a group of elves—each carrying a small porcelain plate in their hands, which they sat on the table. "Now, which of these tasting samples shall have the honor of being your wedding cake~?" The woman gestured towards the table; covering it was a collection of different flavored cakes.

Sophie spoke as she sprinkled sugar over the blueberries. I nodded, skiing widely “They have. It’s strange, but… it feels right.” “You and Alpha Ferris… you’re going to make an amazing Alpha and Luna. You deserve everything good, Elise. You really do.” "Thanks Sophie. I really appreciate it" Her words made my heart swell, and I could only hope everything went well. As we carefully slid the pie into the oven, the kitchen filled with the sweet scent of blueberries and sugar caramel. Sophie and I sat, watching the pie bake as we talked.

He was going to start practicing now. The morning shift was the young woman he'd seen the day before — Ally, her name tag said — who brought him coffee without being asked either, which was either because she recognized him or because that was simply what you did in Cedarwood Falls, and the blueberry pie was, it turned out, available at six forty-five in the morning because Mae had apparently decided that the entire concept of breakfast dessert was valid and Eli had not disagreed with Mae about anything in his life. He ate his pie and drank his coffee and looked at the structural report and this time actually read it.

And he was an only child. He nods in acknowledgement, “It’s really good.” He announced biting into another apple pie piece. We’re seated opposite each other beside the kitchen isle. The sleeves of his sky blue shirt are rolled up to his elbows, revealing the dragon tattoos inked unto both sides of his lightly tanned skin. “I can’t believe it’s been so long I had some pie, I’m so glad I met you Ellie.” I chuckled at his words, “That’s an exaggeration.” His raised blazing blue eyes at me, “No, I’m not,” then took another smaller bite. “Have you had this? It’s amazing. You should be my woman so you’d make me pie every day. I promise I’d treat you way better than my demon cousin.”

She was cut off when Custard lets out a yelp. ‘Master master! Arcielia keeps on pulling on my tail.’ Custard whimpered as he sat on the floor with his head and ears down. “Sorry, Custard.” I said before I fixed a look at a young girl. Her hair is as dark as her father while her eyes are as blue as mine. She’s an elf just like Ace.“Arcielia, be gentle to Custard.” The little elf girl pouted and started to play with the hem of her pink dress instead. “Sorry, mom.” Then she looked at Custard. “I’m sorry.”

𝟏𝟑 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 One of my fondest childhood memories during the Christmas season is the tradition of the elf. My parents used to tell me that Santa sent little helpers around the world to check if kids were being good or bad. If they behaved, the elf would leave a small gift, but if they were naughty, the elf would play tricks on them. These elves stayed in our house for almost all of December: during the day, they were lifeless dolls watching over us; at night, they came alive and acted. When I discovered none of it was true and it was my parents leaving the gifts or playing pranks, my heart broke. But I still remember the joy of those moments, which is why I played along when my pare