Pinkie Pie Creepy Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

No whispers from the mirror—just its unsettling presence, still locked away in the old library like it’s biding its time. Theo crosses his arms, the powdered sugar falling from his sleeve like glittery dandruff. “You think he’s planning something?” “I think he always is,” I answer. “But we’ll be ready.” A beat of silence hangs in the room. Just long enough to feel hopeful. Just short enough not to trust it. Then Parker bursts through the door looking like he’s sprinted through a battlefield. His apron is half-burnt, and his expression is pure panic. “Trixie tried to dye the frosting with berries and now it’s bleeding down the cakes like demon blood. I need backup.”

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed

"Anyway... do you want to help me make some pie today? I have a perfectly ripe pumpkin in the kitchen that needs using." Lira blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift from ancient blood-rituals to baking. "Pie? Angie, there’s a battalion of marked hunters three miles away and you want to bake a pumpkin pie?" "Especially because there's a battalion of hunters three miles away," I countered, wiping my damp hands on my apron. "If tonight is going to be as intense as Kendrick says, I’d rather face it on a full stomach. Besides, the smell of cinnamon always calms Malcolm down."

The voice was so similar to those used in horror movies for ghosts. I guess my father's words had successfully planted an iota of fear in me. "Aunt Linda, you scared me," I confessed. "Sorry about that darling. Come in" She gestured for me to follow her into the kitchen. "Pinky made these cookies before she went out and it's so delicious. You should try it out" One of the things I love in the world is Pinky's cookies. They're my favorite snack in the world. "Thanks, Aunt" I pulled out a chair in front of the kitchen table and sat down on it.

Izzy said. The girls finished eating their plates of fried food and went in search of dessert, there were many alphas to discretely sniff through this evening and they would need sustenance to make it through. “Kate, look at that pie. It’s pecan. Grab me a piece, would you?” Izzy pointed to a pie on the same side of the table as Kate. Kate grabbed two pieces and slid them on her plate before walking further down the table. “Oh my word, this is key lime. I can not believe they made key lime pie,” Susanna nearly drooled as she put a piece of key lime pie on her plate as well.

“Well, I do come out only at dusk and feed children sugar.” Zara twirled in her frosting-streaked pajamas. “You’re a sparkle witch!” “A sparkle witch with bad knees,” Mrs. Finch muttered, rubbing her hip. “Now, unless you want this house full of hungry wolves, we’d better finish these pies before the Alpha twins eat the furniture.” Ezren looked up, deadpan. “They already licked the couch.” Mrs. Finch just sighed.

Or maybe she did not want to give me an attitude because Haley was here, and I don’t know whether to be thankful for that or not. I grunted a reply, dropped into the nearest stool by the counter, and reached for a pancake from the growing pile beside the stove. No one stopped me. Jasmine slid the syrup toward me without a word. Her fingers brushed mine lightly. Haley was humming some chaotic pop remix under her breath, flipping a pancake with questionable technique. “So, since it’s Halloween, let’s make it fun,” she said, glancing between us. “What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you this year?”

The insect came out and fled. Amelia gasped. Who was this guy? She had never seen someone so....so .....dishy. Amelia salivated as she watched them with jealousy. Oh! They must be dating! "Pinky..it's fine! I said it's gone now!" Morris assured her, hugging her. Pinky's friends glanced at Amelia." I know who brought those horrible creatures out. It's her!" Megan shouted, pointing at Amelia who was barely listening. She was still staring at Morris.. dreamily..still salivating!