Pinky Pie Novels & Stories

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

, Genie held out her pinky finger, " and I'm not really a fan of pies. I could do without them" "What is pinky swear?", Malik asked her, staring at her with amusement and something that registered at the back of his mind as, deep attraction. He knew that was liking this Genie a whole lot than was healthy. She was slowly working her way up-, he hoped it was innocently-, to his heart. "We cross our little fingers and make a promise. It's a rule that pinky swears should never be broken without both of the parties knowing about it", Genie said and grabbed his right hand. " Come on, try it"

Pink replied wearing a fake smile on. "Ok cool. At least I get to eat a lot tonight" Derek said clearly happy that they had more to eat. After a while, Derek left Pink alone in the dinning to do his assignment in his room. Pink didn't even have the appetite to continue eating so she dumped the meal on the kitchen counter, she took out the paper Tess handed to her and started going over it. She was surprised to see that a lady signed there can't leave until after four years, the minimum number of years to stay there is just four years and in that four years, you must have had a lot of customers and must have brought in billions.

Natasha asked becoming confused about how pinky suddenly became happy. "You will not understand but very soon you will" Natasha couldn't help but laugh despite the fact she doesn't understand. "Let me go and buy you lunch..all bills on me"pinky uttered, without waiting for Natasha replied, she went over to the waiter and order for ice cream, cake and salad for both of them. She came back with it.. "What are we celebrating?"Natasha asked. "Someone very special to me is coming back very soon"pinky replied and drop the food on the table..

This lady obviously hates pink really. “I’m Pinky! Ms. Janeah, I'm your number one fan ma’am. I followed all of your social media and bought every magazine you made.” She exclaimed which made my heart flutter. “Nice to meet you Pinky. It seems like you really hate pink.” I said to her while smiling which made all of the people here laugh. Her cheeks blushed and she laughed. We are now eating merrily. According to Pinky, they are shy with me because I’m a famous model. I’m just a mere human being like them so what’s with the fuss?

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”

“How should I do it then? How should I fix it and convince her? She really doesn’t believe anything I said.” Just then, the doorbell rings and the guys let out excited cheers. Granny studies the plates on the counter, but she waits until Pink leaves and returns, carrying no less than twelve extra large boxes. Hey, we’re five grown men here. Twelve pizzas are more like a snack. “Is that anchovies?” Granny nearly gags when Mark pops the lid on his box. “Oh yeah,” Pink says and grins. “Most definitely.”

There just hasn’t been time. Mom’s pumpkin pie and her pecan pie were sold out completely and she ended up baking more batches in our restaurant kitchen. My feet ache as I slip into my flats and the last of the diners are settling up. I’ve taken on a full-time cashier girl who is a High School student, Lizzy is adorable with green saucers for eyes, long dark lashes and beautiful auburn hair that she wears in a swing ponytail. Her father runs the local florist with his wife and it’s nice to give back to a community that has supported me through and through.

Aunt Mandy asked, typing a mail to the baker. "I am thinking of something that has to do with peach flowers. I mean, we can't bring a blossoming peach tree to the venue but we could do something that would create that feel, right? Peach flowers drifting to the floor gently. I... I think it would be perfect and Pietro would absolutely love the idea." "It has something to do with Pietro calling you Peaches, right?" Aunt Mandy asked with a smile, now putting her phone away and focusing all her attention to me.

The problem was, the special pie maker was only in Alabama and to get it required effort, besides being homemade so it was not always available, it was also far away, and the price was very expensive for Nathalie's pocket. Sandra gave one special pineapple flavored box to Nathalie, after giving three other boxes to her friends. After eating two pieces, Nathalie walked back to the beach. She covered the box and was about to put it inside her bag when someone exclaimed behind her, "Excuse me!" A young girl was biking on the way and nearly hit Nathalie! Startled, Riley jumped to the side, but in the process, she dropped the box of her Alabama pineapple pie. "Tsk! You made me drop my pineapple p