Life Of Pie Novels & Stories

When the owner asked them what they were having, Mom yelled at him from across the shop and said, "We'll have two slices of your plain cheese pie! And give us the greasier slices!" Ingrid was completely stunned. When the pizza arrived, it was plain and pale, with a pool of grease in the center. There was no sauce at all, and barely enough cheese to cover the dough. Mom then put one of the slices in the center of the table. "Youngsters like you guys nowadays like romantic stuff, don't you? Here, you can both share this slice and take turns, each taking a bite. This way, you'll get to know each other better and develop feelings for each other much quicker."

When the judge asked him why he had killed me, he replied coldly, "Because Zachary was too brilliant. I was worried that he'd take the director's position once my mom retired." I sighed. From the moment I began studying medicine, all I ever wanted was to fulfill Mom's dream—to save lives. I never cared about the director's title. And besides, with how much she pampered Sean, there was no way she'd choose me over him. Watching the ones who hurt me fall, one by one, I finally felt free. I knew it was time for me to return to where I truly belonged. The sun was especially bright today, and I felt just as warm. This life had been full of hardship—now, I could only hope the next one would be gent

That was the kind of life I lived during those years in the village. When Lex and Gina were in a good mood, they'd let me eat real food. When they weren't, I could only eat pig feed in the pigsty alongside the pigs. That was how I ended up with severe gastritis. When Lenora learned about how my gastritis came about, she was heartbroken for me. She even signed up for a nutrition course just for me and came up with new ways every day to make balanced and nutritious meals for me.

"I'm a candidate, but she wouldn't let me do it. Leslie's born with a genetic disease and is still under treatment. I need to stay healthy and watch over him. That leaves only you. You won't refuse, will you?" There was smug satisfaction in his eyes as he said that. He raised his hand almost leisurely, and the ring on his finger gleamed under the sunlight. Josephine wore the exact same one. Something bitter lodged in my throat, and I clenched the papers in my hand. "What if I refuse?"

Swiftly, I noticed a smirk pull from her lips as she shot me a long glance before turning to stare at the pie. "I'm not having it," was the next thing that dropped out of her lips as she finished, "I don't know what low processed ingredients are there and I can't risk getting food poisoning." "Please have a taste, even if it is just a bite." I said softly urging her to eat. The chef also nodded in my favor, "I inspected it myself personally ma, the ingredients were organic and very healthy." I watched her eyes flutter as he dished out a portion of the pie and placed it in front of her. My heartbeat quickened as I watched with stunned eyes as she toon a chunk of pie and chewed softly.

I looked at the bundle in my arms. Sleeping shift. Stockings. Soap. Responsible. Very responsible. I had twenty-three coins left. Twenty was rent. Three was not rent. I went to the stall. The pie cost one coin. This was probably too much. I bought it anyway. The crust burned my fingers through the cloth wrapped around it. I changed hands twice before biting. Surr. Onions. Pepper or something close to it. The inside was hot enough that I learned nothing from the first mouthful except patience. The second was better. I walked while eating.

The lie was so weak that it almost made me laugh. When I didn't respond, he seemed to take it as a sign that I believed him. "With all those people watching, I couldn't let that kid grow up being called a bastard." I let out a quiet laugh. "So it's fine if I'm called the mistress? Well, you might want to check your phone. What happened today is already trending." He froze, then quickly pulled out his phone. The moment he opened it, Phoebe's livestream filled the screen. Her eyes were red. Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers.

~~~~~ Wei went home to rest for a while, he wouldn't be going to work until the afternoon so he took some time for himself, and spent it all having a good sleep. He woke up in time for lunch. He wasn't really hungry, though. Maybe he could just make an exception to his healthy diet for today and just eat pancakes... Andrew loved to make pancakes and it was an easy thing to do so he could let him do it, with a bit of supervision, of course. Never trust someone who can't die alone with gas stoves. Wei was still dwelling on that when the doorbell rang. He stood still where he was, did he hear right? Could it be that maybe they were ringing at the neighbours?

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

I was just about to swipe my WhatsApp away when I noticed a little red dot on my contacts list. I tapped it open and saw a notification from an unknown number. The profile picture was a man's side profile, standing before a snowcapped mountain. The text read, 'Hello Ms. Shepherd, I'm Matteo Lombardi, a friend of Eugene's. I heard you're looking for a personal trainer?' I thought about it for a moment and accepted. I didn't do it because I wanted to start a new relationship, but because it felt like the right time to meet new people. It was time for me to form new friendships, socialize with new circles, and have a completely new life.