Novel & Cerita Pinkie Pie Family

My eyes squinted over the pie and the three guys in front of me. “Fine!” Blake said, deciding for the three of them. “Whoever gets the pie first...” He made himself ready, same with Matthew and Eric. “Eats the pie! At the count of three... One, two, thr-” Before he could complete the number, the slice of pie disappeared before their eyes. Three pairs of eyes followed my hand as I snatched the piece of pie on the table. “Kitten,” Blake uttered as he gazed at me as I took a small bite of the pie.

Leon suddenly yanked the pie away possessively, "No! I do it." Twillow laughed at his assertive stance and held up her hands in surrender. Very slowly, Leon inched from around his mother and marched up to Kendrick's knee. The gray giant smirked, seeming amused by the boy's cautious boldness. Very slowly he lowered his hand and rested it before Leon to accept the confectionery. Leon stepped back from the huge hand, almost expecting it to grab him and the pie together. But it just sat there waiting. The boy shuffled his feet as if fighting the urge to run back to his mother. Finally, the blonde boy dropped the pie on Kendrick's fingers and rushed back behind his mother's apron. Kendrick shook

I wore a casual suit, sitting under the oak tree in the yard with my parents and Riley, sharing stories and enjoying the feast. "Sebastian, try this. It's your favorite, the beef stuffing," Mom said, handing me a slice of pie. "Thanks, Mom," I replied with a smile. Seated across from me, Riley offered me a mini crab pie, rich with crab meat and a touch of spice. "Here, fuel up." I looked at her and feigned a stern expression. "Riley, if you keep feeding me like this, I'll never find a wife." "Who wouldn't want to marry you?" Riley's eyes sparkled. "Anyone who does is the lucky one. My brother is a catch!"

"Mom, I'll have the apple pie and pineapple pie all to myself. I don't need Oliver and Jimmy to share them with me." I choked up, looking at the pies in front of me. In the past, Mom would always care about what we liked, so she always bought two flavors. Every time I saw Oliver and Jimmy enjoying the apple pie, I would always want to try them out as well. Back then, Oliver would pat me on my head and give me his pie. He and Jimmy would then share a pie. When did our relationship sour so badly? I swallowed mechanically, thinking back about the painful past. I guessed it was when they brought Calista back to the White family.

“To kill or save, the future cannot be delayed but history also cannot be denied” “Mom, what later happened to Amelia?” Marcus asked halfheartedly as he had begun to fall asleep after listening to his bedtime story “Amelia gave birth to three children which developed into the three major families we have in the clan now, the Fault family which your father belongs to, the Fillion family which I came from and the Fara family which your best friend Jasmine belong to.” Genevieve explained with a smile as she tucked her son into bed

He was holding Jasmine's hand, their eight year old daughter who looked striking with her blonde hair and green eyes, and she was holding Elyar's hand, their twelve year old son who loved to cause more trouble than good and you would often find my Uncle Link running around the pack house after him - he had run around the place naked more than once when he was toddler and I think he had also done it a couple of times since hitting double figures with his age. I caught sight of Elliot who was standing at the front of the crowd with her hand over her growing bump, meaning there would be a new baby and youngest member of the pack to replace Paige in the next couple of months, not that Paige was

she continued, putting her hands on her waist. “Oh, thank you, Laura, but there’s no need for this,” I replied as I tried to hand the basket back. “I told Grandpa Ben I will try it on my next visit.” “Don’t fight us back, son,” another voice came from the bakery. Grandpa Ben walked towards us and stood behind Laura. He continued, “Take the pie with you. Share it with your family. Who knows? They may like it, too.” “But, Grandpa Ben–” he then put his hand out, blocking my protest.

My whole family, blood and bond both, gathered in one impossibly loud, impossibly loving place. I think, watching all of it; my parents laughing with Damon, Genevieve stealing the last slice of pie right off Julian's plate while he protests, Dominik sound asleep against Caspian's chest, Aurelia's fingers quietly tangled with Darius's under the table like they think no one's noticed. Mok was right, all those years ago.

However, the Andrew family decided to hold a large birthday celebration dinner this time around. A lot of guests would be coming after the invitations were sent out. Even Cyrus and Rachel who were working in City A attended. Rachel was holding her eldest son. Although he was only a few months old, he looked no smaller than Oreo and Candy. He was nicknamed Pie, because Rachel thought that his face looked as round as a pie.

After the nanny finished eating, she held Keane and sat beside me. “Do you like turkey, Mom?” Dashiell asked. “Yes,” I replied. “We’ll have a feast on Thanksgiving. What kind of pie do you like?” he continued. “Hm. I like them all—pecan pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie, and others.” The child looked at Lionel. “Did you write that down? Mom likes all kinds of pie. Bran can cook them all.” “Ah, that… Y-yes, Young Master,” stammered the head servant.