Pinkie Pie Cutie Mark Novels & Stories

She explained. "Baaa?" I asked, horrified. That crow made a similar sound. "Yeah, but honestly, it could've been a random coincidence. You know how superstitions are. Don’t overthink it."She shrugged. Too late! My mind was going haywire with thoughts. I stored the crazy bird thought in my panic folder as we moved on with our day. I pulled out a fresh cake, carefully piping chocolate words across the surface. Pierce’s favorite black forest. I took off my ring for precision and wrote My Baby in swirly letters across the top.

Honestly speaking, if he were Jessie, wrongfully imprisoned by her own family, he wouldn't smile either. "I want to buy one, or have one made for Jessie. That butterfly clip Mia had back then? It was actually Jessie's. Mia stole it from her." Mark didn't mention that their mother had allowed it. The thought alone filled him with shame. The second Henry realized it was for Jessie, his tone softened. "Alright, give me the details. I'll get someone to sketch a design." "It's a hair clip. When one walks, the butterfly wings flutter. It's covered in little rhinestones that sparkle with every move. The wings are connected by a spring." Mark described it carefully.

He saw a pink mark on her tiny shoulder as he tidied her. He leaned in closer for a better look. The mark was distinct—a four-leaf clover nestled between her chest and shoulder. His fingers hovered over it, careful not to disturb her delicate skin. “What is it?” Aralise’s voice cut through the quiet, her brow arched. “It’s nothing,” Charles straightened, his expression warm as he gazed at the child. She has a birthmark,” he said. “It’s pretty—a four-leaf clover, right here.” He pointed to the spot.

But I’d remember that pain… The mark itself was at least six or seven inches long, and an inch or two wide, most of it was in a shimmering gold, whilst there was a black crescent moon and a star with a few small details in it and there right in the centre was the name. Zedkiel Vilkas. A cold reminder that I was his. Forever.

Did you call fairy godmother, to change the stain into a big flower " I smiled "Yes I did but she asked me to tell you to make a promise that you won't make a promise that you carrying a marker around anymore " "Pinky promise," he said excitedly I won't make this mistake ever again. I'm sorry ma'am " "Pinky promise, good, " I said he ran back to pick his cookies into his basket. "Thank you, I'm sorry so " his mom mouthed "It's fine" remembering Amanda is going to kill me when she finds out her newly bought gown has been damaged. Not really damaged but had a beautiful design I smiled feeling good about myself.

Susie was standing on a ladder, hanging the last banner. On the dining table sat an exquisite three-tier cake. My heart trembled slightly. Had she remembered what day it was? “What are you standing there for?” Susie urged without turning around. “Come help me. Mark will be here soon.” Only then did I notice that the words on the cake had nothing to do with a birthday. It was simply to celebrate Mark’s recovery and discharge from the hospital. My fingers tightened unconsciously. The small cake in my hand was crushed out of shape.

She said her name is Pixie. "I am lost!" And again she bawls which Mizuko rushed to say she was kidding. It stopped Pixie right away. "Well, how long has he been gone?" "Not too long ago actually." Pixie has pink long hair with highlights of sky blue and yellow. She has rosy cheeks and flowers were tucked against her hair. The flowers were mostly everywhere. She has a pale skin and she looks like a cute doll. Only she looks sassy. "Why are you--"

I grip the knife tighter, my fingers trembling just slightly. “One,” Piper counts. “Two… Three!” Jensen and I slice through our cakes at the same time. As I pull my piece out, a soft pink center peeks through the pale layers. Jensen holds up his slice... blue. A collective gasp echoes around us, followed by loud cheers and clapping. Piper practically screams, “A girl and a boy! Oh my goddess, Rosalee!” For a moment, I can’t breathe. My eyes fill with tears as I stare down at the delicate pink hue inside the cake I just cut. A daughter. And Jensen… a son.

“What about pizza? That’s unconventional. Everyone likes pizza.” Alina, perched cross-legged on the armchair with a sketchbook in her lap, burst into giggles. “Daddy, can we have cake that’s pink? And sparkly? Like the one I drew!” She flipped the notebook around to show a lopsided tower of glittering tiers decorated with stars and butterflies. Sienna laughed, jotting both suggestions down just to humor them. “So orchids, pizza, and a sparkly pink cake. Perfect. We’ll be the talk of the century.”

She didn’t answer. She just sat down like a warrior approaching her final duel. The whistle blew. And Mika became a monster. She didn’t eat the pies. She devoured them. No finesse. No mercy. Crumbs flew. Filling coated her jaw. She looked possessed. Halfway through, Valiant tried to sabotage her—switching her next pie with one so dense it could double as a brick. She didn’t blink. She inhaled it. Then licked her fingers and reached for the next.