Blueberry Pie Elf Novels & Stories

I turned off the high-tech stove and placed the food on the dining table, along with the other dishes I had prepared. "Welcome back! I cooked for you all, so don’t order takeout. Oh, I also made a blueberry pie; it’s in the fridge," I said, removing my apron and greeting the two other siblings who had just entered. "Did I hear that right? Blueberry pie?" Janus asked, and I nodded. "You don’t like pie? Or are you allergic to blueberries? It would be a shame if you couldn’t eat it, so I made it into a pie."

Those two elderly people were all about party planning, and I am sure they will be overjoyed about planning the coronation. "We are back..." I said, and they nodded. "I must say, Aelfred... these snacks are delicious..." Eulisses said, and I chuckled. We offered them refreshments, and Myriad and Blass brought in the traditional enchanted berries and tarts. "They are a traditional dessert here," I said proudly. He nodded and put another little tart in his mouth. Half chewing, he said, "Good thing we don't have them over there because I would’ve gained several pounds... they are addictive..." he chuckled, and then Peter laughed,

It was probably Hazel that would get hurt. Elora spotted me and Argo and waddled towards us, "o, you’re back. I’m so craving apple all day, and they’ve prepared my favorite pie. You’ll love it. It’s similar to the pie grandma Lily bakes grandpa Os each year." I loved that pie and the tradition around it. Grandpa Os’ mother would bake him an apple pie on his birthday, and when she died, the tradition stopped. Until my grandma Lily heard about the story and started baking it with him. Then, with dad and aunt Kate, and when mom and dad were busy trying to find our sister, we’d spent grandpa’s birthday baking the pie with them.

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.

Anna said “But princess ivy- “ an older maid called “no buts, if you feel sorry why don’t you taste my pie?” she asked, the maid who looked skeptical, but one of the younger maids was more courageous and stepped up “what’s your name?” “Eloise your grace” “Alright, Eloise, how does it taste,” she asked with a radiant smile that had the beta shocked by the princess’s nice personality, not wasting any time, she collected the pie and tasted it, eyes widening with joy and surprise that it was good

Freshly cut parsnips, turnips and carrots go in the topmost tray of the oven while a well marinated turkey is placed at the bottom so that it roasts slowly in its juices. At 6 pm, I checked my phone to see if Joe had replied; no messages received; he’s probably busy doing chores for his family and getting ready. I continue glazing apples for the pie along with the eggnog to be served for dessert. A while later, the doorbell rang and I rushed to open the door. We weren’t able to meet during the week due to my curfews, I couldn’t wait to see him!! Instead, I saw tiny little kids dressed as Santa’s elves singing Jingle Bells!!! They were singing in perfect chorus and were so cute that I couldn’

“And of course, I’ll save some for your Alpha. Beta Rylan said he’s at the border, dealing with the war situation. So, I thought something sweet might lift his spirits and help the rest of us.” Aline’s grin widened and she wiped her hands on her apron. “Apple pie? Oh, Mira, that’s perfect,” she said in a warm voice. “Alpha Elias loves a good pie and the pack will be over the moon. We got some fresh apples this morning from the backyard.”

The Prince didn't even know what to do or say. The Elf tsked. "Why are you looking at me like that? Shut your mouth. You look like a moron" But Ron was too excited to shut his mouth. Instead, he asked, "Are you really an Elf?" "Of course" the Elf replied, looking quite proud. "Can't you tell by my pointy ears? I am an Elf. A royal Elf for that matter. You should know by my silver hair and violet eyes. Every Elf of royal blood has both. My name is Kayziel the sixth. Brother of King Fayziel the third. Now, what are you still doing on your butt? Bow before me"

Also a crossword puzzle, and other little games we could do to pass time until dinner. "Yayy puzzles!" He clapped excitedly, his worries vanishing as he sat on the picnic blanket. He rose his nose to the hair, sniffing it. "Is that, blueberry pie?" I chuckled as he opened up the basket to see a plate of blueberry pie, his favourite, sitting prettily in it. "My favourite! Thank you mummy!" He said, beaming from ear to ear. I reached out to tenderly touch his cheek, "It's not me baby, it's all Tessa. Make sure you thank her when you see her."