Pinky Pie Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Tell me pinky, what do you want?" I pulled out a chair and rested on it. Pinky got up and faced her back on me. She walked close to the window and looked through. The suspense became so much that I demanded an explanation. Pinky turned right away and said the following day was Abhishek's birthday. She wanted us to talk about celebrating it. Why would she want me to plan for Abhishek's party? Avanti walked into the room and found us talking, pinky immediately excused herself and left in a hurry.

He said, nodding to the item she was gripping in her hand so tightly her knuckles were white. At his words, she asked. "Tapioca and cinnamon?” She asked him as she glanced down and then looked back up at him. Grace gave a little smile, still not relaxed from the earlier spook. "To bake raspberry pie. Or any other pie as it is.” "It's a good thing I don't bake, don't you think?" He asked, smiling. Grace picked another item, a bag of flour on her list off the shelf. "Good for you I guess." She said.

I grabbed my phone and left. - - - - - A month later - - - - - I was home all alone. Pinky left earlier, saying she has a meeting with her dad. Pinky is a billionaire CEO’s daughter, but she chose not to depend on her parent' wealth and just build her world. She had dropped off her card for me to buy lunch since she didn’t cook. I couldn’t believe I still had a friend to rely on. She left without a trace two years ago. I thought I had lost a friend, but she surfaced and helped me just when I needed it most.

She was quite different from Pink, with long straight hair reaches her waist and straight bangs, clothed in all black: black dress, black shoes and black socks. "Here they are," Pink said, settling onto a couch beside me and placing a pink container on the table. Upon opening it, I saw cookies inside. "Feel free to have as many as you want, Infinite. I made them specially for you." I picked one up and took a bite; it was surprisingly salty, as if she'd accidentally mixed up the salt and sugar. I forced myself to swallow and took another bite. "Well, how do they taste?" Pink inquired, a hopeful smile on her face.

Despite the frustration that flashed in her eyes, Pixie simply nodded and held up a balled up hand with only her pinky sticking out. "What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it. "Pink promise." Pixie explained. "You lock your pinky with mine and then we shake." "Oh." Feeling annoyed by having to have something explained to me by a child, I did as she said, and we shook. Satisfied that our promise was set in stone, Pixie dropped her hand and scurried back to where Lindsey stood watching.

She and Harper took turns doing that, as if they were afraid that something bad would happen. What they didn't realize, was that nothing would be worse. "Hey, Sienna. I brought you a treat." she told me, handling me a pink box. "It is that pecan pie from Sussi, that place you love". I used to love to go to Sussi. It is a small bakery on the east side that bakes delicious butter cookies and amazing pies. The pecan pie was my favorite, and it was even more special because they make it so rarely.

Next to it was a police sketch that noticed the words: “Person of Interest.” I read the write up twice, then for the third time. Pink is three years old and was taken from Central Park at about 7:30 p.m. She had been with Ms Adrian Martinez, her former nanny and now, Darcy’s girlfriend. Adrian came back to the penthouse hours later and said someone had kidnapped Pink. But the police said her story didn’t add up. She was the main person of interest. "A typical example of from grace to grass." I said, laughing...

She needed a manicure, badly. “I know. You are the only family I care about. All them other niggas can kiss my black ass,” I said and she smiled. Poppie and I sat up and finished off another slice of pizza each and I opened a nice bottle of wine for us to enjoy. She wasn’t ready for the wine but I told her I attended culinary classes and totally fucked her up when I bought out a charcuterie board with fruit, meats, cheeses and crackers. She seemed excited to get to my level and I wouldn’t be surprised if Poppie excelled in all of her classes.

Annabel begged, clasping her hands dramatically, her big eyes pleading like a pro negotiator. Gloria shook her head with unwavering resolve, her dark hair swaying gently. "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."

“Huh?” “Mom used to make me pink unicorn pancakes all the time with sprinkles that she’d call unicorn snot.” “Unicorn snot? Kacie, what the—“ Kacie abruptly cut me off and replied hurriedly, “It’s just pancake batter mixed with pink food coloring and a unicorn-shaped cookie cutter to create the shape. The sprinkles added a touch of sparkle.” Still puzzled, I nodded and headed to the kitchen. I started making pancakes for my niece and sausage and eggs for me and Kacie.