Cutie Pie Novels & Stories

Cutie slowly raised her hand to my cheeks, I held it tightly. Then she spoke, even though her voice was weak, broken, and full of pain. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, coughing blood. “I’m sorry for everything… the pain, the torture, I know you’re confused.” “Cutie, you don’t have to say anything,” I cried. “Please, just rest.” But she shook her head slightly. “I don’t have much time,” she whispered. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for being greedy and selfish and I know you have many questions.”

She was even trying to act cute around him. “My cupcakes your face. But here,” Blue replied, handing them over. He could never really forget his friend’s favorite treat for him. “Thank you, Pie. Mwah!” Katleya said with a smile. He felt giddy holding the pie. He was also excited to eat them. “Yeah, I’m sweet, but I’m not food! I’m not a pie! I’m Blue. A color!” he corrected. “You’re acting up again. Tsk!” Katleya snapped and took a bite of the cupcake.

she smiled. “Well, if you run out, I have more,” Darling laughed, pulling a handful from her pocket. "Here have one," she handed her a blueberry pie and gemma thanked her putting Tony's back in her pocket. "Remember I have more." “I’ll remember that,” Gemma laughed back.

I pushed him aside and then took the pie out cutting out a piece for him to taste. "Senorita the pie is so delicious. Where did you learn to make such amazing pie?" "My mom. It used to be our Sunday special and only when I turned twenty she traded her secret ingredient with me." It was late but I wanted to ask who were we meeting tomorrow but Sean looked so tired that I let it pass. He gave me a small peck on the forehead and went to his room. “Want to join me?” he asked looking at me suggestively and I elbowed him in his gut.

he said and patted my back "Oh, and is he single?" Another cheerleader said "I don't know" he said and then he looked at me with "are you?" "Yes, I am" I said not understanding why they asked. And then it dawned! They like me? Why? "You know, I am gonna start calling you the Nigerian cutie" "What?" I asked not understanding what was happening "Because you're cute" she comes over to where I am standing and starts to put her hand all over me. And the other girls that giggling.

I spun the phone towards the ingrediens. "and I’m using a short cut by not making my own pie crust, but relying on this beautiful Pillsbury pie crust dough all ready to use. So! We need to do some chopping and Maggie, I'm letting you anywhere near a knife as the last time you nearly cut off your own fingers." I spun the phone towards her and she looked slightly embarassed "sooo Im not helping?"

Blake said excitedly. Everyone moaned. “Alright Blake, I know you made it specially.” Michael clapped Blake on the back as he got up to go retrieve it. “Aunty Dotty helped me a little.” Blake set the apple pie down and placed his hand on her shoulder, Dotty was everyone's Aunt but related to no-one; her pup had died much too young and she could never bring herself to have another. “But he did most of it himself, I'm very proud.” Dotty smiled up at Blake. He started serving portions of the pie, handing it around the table.

Then he bent down to tell Izzie: "Why are you stealing my banana pie?" "Wuh—?!" Izzie suddenly turned to the left and saw her uncle bend down before her. She hurriedly took her banana cream pie from the plate and started hiding it behind her body, "Uncle, this banana cream pie belongs to Izzie, not you! I won't give this to you!" "You little fox! Your mother must have made this banana cream pie for me! A thief will be punished if he steals anything!" "No! No! Uncle, you said that you will eat my mommy if Izzie refused! This is Izzie's banana cream pie, Uncle! I scored A+ on the mathematics test!"

She is looking cute. The pie melts in my mouth, it tastes sweet with a hint of tangy taste and with cream and fresh fruit it's perfectly combined, an awesome sweet dish. "This is amazing!" I compliment with a mouth half full. She jumped in her chair like a little kid who just won a medal. We laughed at her reaction, she is still a kid.

Clarke walks to the other side of the car and opens the door for El who was holding a lovely pink cake box filled with her delicious, creamy, not too sweet, and buttery apple pie. She has made it with extra care and definitely with extra love with all the ingredients being extra expensive. Talk about saving money for next month. Yikes. All because she didn’t want to offend the Walton by making the pie with mediocre ingredients which she was very sure they could detect easily. Nevertheless, the pie smells amazing and she even has to stop Clarke from tasting it since she was forced to make two batches when the first one dropped on the floor when Clarke tried to take a piece. “Are you freakin k