Did You Get A Whopper Novels & Stories

Then Kira stopped in her track. "Wait, can we get a burger from Happy's? I've been craving that for a while now." her eyes rolled hungrily. "Which one do you want, I'll treat you." Dorry smiled and Kira's eyes lightened up. "Really? Super size!" she jumped excitedly. "No takebacks!" Dorry chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, I won't." Dylan's dead eyes shifted from each of them and he shook his head in his lonesome form.

"Ok. A pickle and rye bread sandwich, coming up! You still want the mustard?" "Wait! I'm not Jewish. Can't I have the whole sandwich?" I smiled. "I'll go down the street and get you the sandwich. You like chips too?" "No, thanks. A Diet Coke would be good." "Right! I'll be back soon."

Damon’s people wouldn't just be watching; they would be hovering like vultures. I nodded slowly, forcing a tight, artificial smile. "Fine. Lead the way." An hour later, I found myself on the second floor of a McDonald’s, tucked into a corner booth. Eugene Whitmore, a man worth billions, was staring at a Big Mac as if it were a strange biological specimen from another planet. "I forgot you young ones have such a strange dislike toward healthy food," he sighed, poking a french fry with a look of mild distaste. Ezra, on the other hand, was silently and efficiently demolishing a Double Quarter Pounder. I shrugged, unwrapping my own burger. "I’m sure they can make you a Caesar salad if you ask, M

“How are you going to pay for…” I pulled Cadence’s credit card out of my back pocket. I’d never returned it after buying my train ticket the last time I’d come to this city. “Hello, I’d like to place an order for delivery,” I said to the male voice on the other end of the line. “What’s the biggest sandwich you make?” Brandon watched with his mouth wide open as I ordered his dad a sandwich large enough to feed a small army and then slammed the receiver down. “I’d ask if you’re all right, but I guess I already know the answer,” he said, still staring at me.

It was like he didn't even hear what I said to him about Sophia. "Are you serious?" What a dick! A waitress came and everyone placed their orders. The guys made sure to order large because they knew they weren't paying. "I'll have the multi-grain with grilled turkey." Fred said. "I'll go with the avocado sandwich." Hendrix said as well. For me, I chose two double BBQ Beef with sweet onions. "Are you stress eating?" Mason smirked at me. I knew he was making fun of me again. "No Mason. I am NOT stress eating." I lied.

“They never make enough, and the wolves usually buy two or three burgers each.” I noticed he only had one and some fries, along with a can of soda. “All right,” I said with a sigh, wishing I would’ve just brought my lunch. I like burgers and fries as much as the next teenager, but I didn’t want to fight anyone over them. The line was long, but it was moving fast. Joshua was right, though. By the time I reached the counter, there were no burgers left. I grabbed a slice of cheese pizza and a side salad, thinking that would be healthier than the greasy looking french fries. I also took an apple and a bottle of water. When I got to the cashier, she looked at everything I had on my tray and said,

"Yayyy," "What would you like to have Anna?" Kyle asked. "I'd like a premium grilled chicken classic sandwich, hash browns, onion rings and a salad wrap please," I immediately told. "Are you sure you're not pregnant with Kristrin's baby?" Maurice asked. "And even if I was would that be any of your business? No," I responded patiently waiting for my food. After a few more bickering and every one of us eating. We finally made it to the match five minutes before the start and found good seat to sit in.

He grinned at me. “But it’s not dinnertime. It’s lunch.” “It could be breakfast as long as I get a blow job.” His grin widened and he leaned over to speak into the mic. “Hi, can I have a large Big Mac meal with a Coke and a Quarter Pounder bacon cheeseburger but without all the gherkins and onions and a strawberry milkshake?” My half-amused, half-annoyed stare turned shocked. “How the hell do you know what I order at McDonald’s?”

He hadn't even had a chance to grab breakfast, since he showed up at the shop so early to get a head start. Tony figured he'd go the easiest route and get a sandwich from Wawa or something. When he got there, he punched his usual order into the touchscreen computer. Nearly every time, he got a ten inch turkey and pepper jack hoagie with bacon, spinach, roasted sweet peppers, pickles, onions, mustard, oil and vinegar, salt and pepper. It was a classic combination that Tony had gotten nearly every time he ordered a sandwich for over a year. It was a delicious choice that stood the test of time. The Wawa he went to wasn't far up the road so he got back to the shop quickly and started to inhale

"You know what is weird?" I asked my handsome date for this beautiful night as I munch on my juicy and delicious burger, "I have not heard from Jay." El raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "You have not told him that you are back in town?" "Well, I guess I assumed that my parents already told him or something," I squinted my eyes and put the burger down. I picked up a fry and dipped it in my special ketchup mixed with mayonnaise sauce. "Should I give him a call?"