Cutie Pie Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ami warns. “I won’t say anything, Ami, relax.” She glares at him and switches to Japanese again, speaking faster this time. The air fryer beeps. I almost forgot—I head over, grab the single-serve pumpkin pie, and bring it back to Ami, who’s still talking in Japanese. “Ami.” “Huh?” She stops, looks at me, then sees the pie. “It might not be the best, but it’s the quickest I could whip up.”

"It’s fine." She picked up a cake knife and cut into what looked like pumpkin pie. Matthias picked up the pie his dad warned her of and sniffed it. He made a face and returned it. They each took one of the pot pies. Finnegan scratched at her pant leg, begging her with his golden eyes. She bent down and handed him one of the meat pies which he quickly started to devour. Matthias wanted to talk to Aubrey about cat treats so they ended up all sitting together at the same table. Callie enjoyed the chicken pot pie and the warmth from the pie against the cold around her was the best feeling.

She works here as a waitress to help him out with the stress of the business. “G-Good afternoon Cherie.” I mumbled back, giving her warm grin a shy smile. “What do you want today, doll? Jeneise and Peire made their homemade lemon pound cake today if you want a slice? I’m tellin’ you that thing is to die for! They even put tiny little lemon slices on top of the icin’! Doesn’t that sound like the cutest little thing?!” Cherie rattled on as she whipped out a notepad and pencil to write down my order.

“It was just the steam.” “Go and wash your hand with cold water, I’ll take care of this.” I pulled out the tray of the pie and had to wave in front of my face to not inhale the strange scent and steam coming off it as I put the dish on the counter. I observed the ‘pie’ in front of me, wondering if I should take a risk with this one. It was grey for heaven’s sake, and smelled like yeast. “What did you say the pie was of?” “Strawberry and almonds.” She answered.

Cassie put her hand on her stomach she needed to eat, it had been two days at this rate she would pass out going up the Isle. When the two girls got to the kitchen everyone stopped working and stared at them. Janice started getting tea and cup and putting them on the tray. Susan grabbed a plate and was looking at the sweets that were on trays for the wedding. She picked up a plate. When one of the older kitchen ladies had seen enough. "What do you two think you are doing?" She yelled. "Lady Cassie wants tea and a plate if food and treats to her chambers immediately, " Janice said.

She stood by the door waiting to surprise Zara. She held a pan of apple pie on gloved hands, wearing a red apron and black toque. She smiled, looking almost like Mickey Mouse. “Welcome, Zara” she was delighted, raising the pan to her face. Zara waved her away and walked out. “Zara!” she exclaimed “I made you your favorite pie. You must have had a long day. “I’m sure you do care” she was now a smiling, solicitous coquette

I agreed. “My kinda girl,” I said. She looked at me, surprised that I agreed. “I knew I liked you,” she smiled and I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and I held her for a moment just taking in the moment. “How can we do that?” Poppie said sitting up and wiping away tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “Well, I found out that in order to hurt sadistic rich people, you have to know how to hurt them,”

“You’ve made that extremely clear.” “What about dessert?” Matt asked, glancing around. “Is that part of the vision?” Rain sat up straighter. “Oh. Oh. Yes. I have dessert ideas. We could do a sundae bar. Or bake cookies. Or—wait—mini pies. Individual pies for everyone based on their personality.” Colby frowned. “What kind of pie would I be?” Rain squinted at him. “Hmm. Something understated but secretly intense. Maybe a dark chocolate tart with sea salt.”

I retorted. "Must have been nothing," she said with a shrug. "Mommy, can I go see if someone is there?" Misty offered. "No, baby, go back to helping mommy," I said. I gently took the pan of freshly baked pie out of the oven. "The first batch is ready, who wants to try it?" Misty's eyes widened as she gazed at the perfectly golden-brown pie. "Me! Me!" she exclaimed, bouncing up and down.

Jade wrinkled her nose, “don’t be so full of yourself, I only ate a few apple pies… but yours is in second place for now.” Cassiopeia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Who’s in first place? And why did you suggest apple pie by the way?” she asked carefully, and she kept checking Jade’s reaction. She was not sure whether the apple pie was connected to what Jade’s problem is. “My best friend… well ex best friend. Her name is Sadie.” Jade said with a bittersweet smile. “She likes baking too and I was always the one she would like to judge whatever it is she bakes. My boyfriend… Jayden, he told me he likes apple pies.”