Life Of Pie Novels & Stories

His love was perfect, and she was standing right there in his father's kitchen. "Absolutely. Big slice or little slice?" His love laughed again, a tinkling sound that sent shivers up Les's spine. "Oh, a big slice. If you're going to eat pie and ice cream, you need a big piece to really enjoy it. I haven't had pie in a long time. What kind is it?" "Berry. If you don't mind, can you tell me your name?" Les asked, turning his back on her to cut the pie. "I'm sorry; my manners are atrocious. Hazel Myer. . Nice to meet you, Les Morrison." She said.

In the center, sitting on a flat rock as if it had always been there, was a pie. It was a disaster. The crust was crimped with clearly inexperienced fingers—some parts thick and doughy, others thin and cracked. The filling, some kind of dark berry, had bubbled over and carbonized on one side. It was the most beautiful, terrible, real thing I had seen in eons. “What is that?” Lina whispered. “It’s a pie,” I said, my throat tight. “I know it’s a pie. Why is there a pie? Who made a pie? In our garden?”

I baked from morning till night, and she still was not happy. After everyone in the kitchen had gone home, I was half-asleep at the table when I overheard the maids gossiping, "Madam Harris sure knows how to run someone ragged. The poor lady's been baking and baking, what, seven or eight times now?" "Yeah, it's not the pie she's got a problem with. It's the person." How did I finally get past that? Oh, right. I drove alone through the freezing temperatures, visiting five or six villages until I found that special something Mandy was after. That finally shut her up.

"Nonna, what's the matter? Today is supposed to be a celebration of my rise as Don and my engagement to Sofia—" "Celebration?" Valeria shook with fury. She grabbed her cane and brought it down hard on Luca. "What celebration? You blind, worthless stupido! Do you even know whose ring that is? Do you know who Alessia is?" Luca flinched but didn't move, whining, "She's just an orphan. The ring belongs to the Rossi famiglia." "Shut up! Who dares call her an orphan? You have no idea the disaster you've unleashed. Your arrogance has pushed the Rossi famiglia to the brink! How did we end up with a stupido like you in the famiglia?"

… “Shaelyn, dear, you haven’t eaten anything for two days. You’re ruining yourself like this, okay? Please.” A kindly middle-aged woman appeared before Shaelyn with a plate of steaming meat pie. She set the pie in front of her before cooing, “I made your favorite, juicy meat pie! Come on, how about a bite?”

Normalcy. Life with the Harsányis troupe was none of those things. He’d finally done his own running away at fifteen. Run away from the circus. How ironic was that? Gotten himself declared an emancipated minor, changed his name, and worked his way through school, planning for the day when he could have a normal life. He was so close. Partner in a venture capital firm that was on the cutting edge of green technology—life expe-riences providing as much of that education as college courses—judicious spending practices, friends, vaca-tions, retirement accounts…

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

, they bursted out laughing again and I rolled my eyes, speechlessly. "Dude, stop messing with my girl", River came, holding a tray of food in his hands and Henry helped him distribute it among everyone but there were only three plates. Seeing my confusion, he voiced in my ear. "I'm not hungry" and I knew that wasn't the case, maybe the food wasn't enough or something. I took a spoonful of the pie on the side and raised it to he lips and I saw a smile on his lips as he ate it. "Aww, look at you two feeding each other, acting all romantic, I'm so jealous", Austin cooed.

"She's stubborn to a fault, isn't she? Well, I'm curious to see just how much she values her stubbornness." I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The cafe manager hurried over to us when he heard the commotion. He immediately nodded and greeted Julian when he spotted him. "What are you doing here, Mr. Luther? Please have a seat!" Julian didn't even spare him a single glance. Instead, his eyes were trained on a small, porcelain cat figure that was placed on the shelf behind me. I had personally made the cat figure during my spare time. It looked identical to the one that I had given Jillian Luther, Julian's younger sister, years ago.

Johan said. Shawn laughed. "You want Blackie? Fine. Take down the Cheeks." He couldn't forget Lily sending Yara all those suggestive photos of herself and Johan while Yara was seriously sick. That was when Yara faded fastest. How could he not hate Lily? At first, Shawn only went after Johan. Johan had once been crazy about Lily—how could he destroy her family? But three months later, the Cheeks were finished. Johan went to Shawn and took Blackie home.