Novel & Cerita Pinkie Pie Creepy

So many times, Elias and I slept with each other in the craziest ways possible, and the thought of it made me lock up the shop sometimes just to see him. “No Scarlet. That can wait.” I said, smiling at my naughtiness. Just then, Sylvia took one of the pies, and took a big bite. “Where did you pop out from?” I asked her, as she juggled the pie in her mouth, fanning it with her fingers. “Hm, this is… great, this. Love it.” She said, turning around and I shook my head. “Isn’t it sweeter because you didn't pay for it?” I asked, getting the pies ready to be displayed.

Linda could not help feeling a little bit jealous. With a sigh, Linda popped another piece of yummy pumpkin pie into her mouth. "Zara, your pumpkin pie is super tasty!" "Oh, do you like it? Have some more! Wait… It's getting late, so maybe not too much. How about I make something else yummy for you tomorrow?" Zara offered. Zara was watching Linda and really liked her. She thought Linda had a good personality. Linda's eyes sparkled. "Yes, please, Zara! I want to eat pot pie tomorrow!"

She fills it with something from the fridge I’ve never opened before and places that down next to the glass of water. Its dark, almost black in the dim kitchen, set against the white of the mug. I swallow and look up at her. “Trust me. You know how I said your palette would only be *mostly* the same? It’s not as bad as you’re imagining. Hold your nose. Let instinct take over. Then have the pie.” She nods encouragingly. I scrunch my face up “No thanks” as I reach toward my smörgåsbord of pie. Lise snatches it away.

“Who puts a turntable on a piano?” Bruce peeked into the drawing room and recoiled. “Grandfather’s portrait has abs. Sharpie ones.” David leaned in. “Upgrade.” They scrubbed. They hauled. They banished leftovers that might have achieved sentience. Kids competed for weirdest find. Trish won, raising neon fuzzy handcuffs glued to a pizza box. “I accept this trophy.” Outside, Charlie and Bambi power-washed the steps. “You missed a spot,” Bambi said. “No, I didn’t.”

“Nope! Too basic. You're more sophisticated than that, Carson. You're having orange with chocolate chips and sprinkles.” I looked at her. “Is that even possible?” “At Scoopy-Doo, anything is possible.” She winked and I was amazed at how even though I couldn't see half of her face, she was still so fucking perfect. Inside it was like a fairy and a unicorn had a baby and that baby met a pixie and decided to go around the world spreading happiness. The walls were covered in pictures of fluffy clouds and even though it was almost 9.30 the place had a good number of customers.

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

It’s been a week since Ava was discharged from the hospital. She always finds herself thinking about a particular memory that doesn’t add up. She was not a firm believer of the supernatural phenomenon but it’s the only angle she can look at. In order to convince herself that she’s not insane. While she was lost in her thoughts the room lit up with the light of a numeral candle. Sticking out on top of an eight inch blueberry cheesecake. “Happy birthday to you~” The couple sang as they walked closer to her. Dave was holding Caia while Claire held the cake.