Pinkie Pie Family Novels & Stories

Of course. After a solid ten-minute bike ride, I finally reached my uncle's house and parked my bike lazily on the front lawn. I noticed that the house was empty, but I knew where they kept the keys. So I let myself in and placed the pie neatly on the kitchen counter, next to a framed portrait of Aunt Layla. Uncle Peter lost his wife eight years ago. Mom always said that they were in desperate need of a feminine touch. So every now and then, she'd send me or my brother over with some good old-fashioned baked goods

If she opened a restaurant or a bakery I would be the first person in line to taste her food . The kids were leaving today and I wish they weren't leaving so early , but I knew that I needed to spend a bit more time with their father so that we can actually go back to being the family we once were . Pia was wearing her Mickey mouse tracksuit because it was a bit nippy outside . The tracksuit was blue matching her beautiful blue eyes and she somehow convinced the nannies to dress Ava the same way she was dressed. Just this morning she was asking me if there is any possibility to change my son from being his twin brother and she can adopt Ava as her twin . I don't know what they were teaching

The autumn wind stung my eyes until they burned. I wiped away the tears and rushed to the supermarket. Peanut butter pie was simple in theory, but the filling had to be smooth and the crust perfectly crisp. I told myself this would be the last day the Colobo family sat together, so I made it carefully. The oven chimed just as they came back with Sophia. I carried the pie to the table and glanced toward the living room. They were laughing together. My father, who was always busy, sat across from Sophia, listening as she talked about the hunt at the Rizzo estate. She mimed riding a horse, and he laughed openly.

Airk shook his head, “we need more. Desert is the most important part of the meal. At least according to my mom and grandma.” “And me.” I said with a big smile. “I love a good desert.” “I do too,” Airk whispered. “We have enough time to bake something together?” I suggested, and Airk nodded enthusiastically. “Sounds like a plan.” We took over a small area of the kitchen, not wanting to get in the way of the staff, and made brownies together. It was fun. We both wore aprons and were covered in flower, cinnamon, and whatever else we used. Airk had decided on apple pie, something that was special to his family, and in the end, we made three pies that we would serve warm with whipped cream for t

Blake said excitedly. Everyone moaned. “Alright Blake, I know you made it specially.” Michael clapped Blake on the back as he got up to go retrieve it. “Aunty Dotty helped me a little.” Blake set the apple pie down and placed his hand on her shoulder, Dotty was everyone's Aunt but related to no-one; her pup had died much too young and she could never bring herself to have another. “But he did most of it himself, I'm very proud.” Dotty smiled up at Blake. He started serving portions of the pie, handing it around the table.

* “Why doesn’t Unca Schwartz come home now?’ Ria piped up at the breakfast table that morning as the family ploughed into their food. Proserpina had rustled up banana walnut pancakes with smoothies for the kids and Piers was eating quietly, trying his best to read although his mother was always able to figure out when he was trying to do it. “Mumma, are you a Supercop or what?’ he complained bitterly when she finally stalked off with his phone and tablet. Proserpina had rules for the kids. No phones or gadgets during meal times. Lucien had initially been amused and later, he had come to love the little tussles between mother and twins over implementing the rule. * Now he watched his blonde h

Together, they would prepare for the Harvest Festival, where the entire realm would come together to give thanks for the bountiful crops and the blessings of the past year. “Let’s make the best pies this year!” Elara exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She and her siblings took pride in helping their grandparents, learning family recipes that had been passed down through generations. Chloe guided them through the process, her laughter mingling with theirs as they rolled out dough and filled it with sweet fruits harvested from their own garden.

He added, “Oh, I forgot to mention that our family suffers from extreme gender imbalance. Before Lil’ Pie, we hadn’t had a baby girl in three generations. “Even in Lil’ Pie’s generation, I had to wait through seven nephews before she arrived. Her full name’s Callia York, nickname Lil’ Pie, and she's our entire family’s treasure.” Rosalie could not help laughing. “She’s truly enviable, then. But Lil’ Pie really is so adorable, she’s just like a doll. Just seeing her makes anyone want a daughter.” The little girl, the center of adoration, was truly adorable. “You have seven nephews already?”

Five years old, portal manipulator, occasional emergency responder. It was weird. But it was mine. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even a normal childhood without supernatural abilities. Because this family, this chaotic, powerful, loving family—it was worth every scary moment. Worth everything. I grabbed another cookie and listened to Grandma argue with Mom about appropriate sugar consumption while Riley calculated the optimal cookie-to-nutrition ratio and Ollie just enjoyed being held. This was home. Weird, complicated, occasionally attacked by infiltrators—but home.

"Absolutely not. That pie is a sugar bomb cream, bananas, crust, all loaded with the good stuff. Pair it with milk or juice, and you're overloading your systems. Water balances it out, keeps you hydrated, and prevents that post-pie crash. Trust me, I've got your best interests at heart." Grumbling under their breaths, they relented Gloria's reasoning was as solid as her baking, impossible to argue against. She started to rise, smoothing her apron dotted with flour from the afternoon's baking marathon. "Alright, you enjoy your Spongebob marathon. I'll dive into those dishes before the sink overflows like a bad infomercial." Annabel's hand darted out like a viper, grabbing Gloria's wrist with