Epic Pizza Novels & Stories

“See? Just like that.” Luigi was still laughing, shaking his head like I was some kind of entertainment. “Don’t judge me.” “I’m not judging.” He raised his hands in mock surrender, leaning against the counter with that playful look. “But if this pizza’s inedible, what’s Plan B? Taco Bell? McDonald’s? Emergency Chinese?” “First of all, this pizza will ruin all other pizzas for you forever. Second, there’s always 24-hour drive-thrus if you’re not brave enough to trust my culinary genius.”

she asked, wrinkling her nose slightly, though her eyes lit up. "Joe’s Pizza," I said, pulling out a cardboard box. "It’s greasy, it’s cheap, and at this hour, it’s the only thing worth eating." I opened the box. Pepperoni. Isabella looked at it like it was a Michelin-star meal. She laughed—a tired, breathy sound that did things to my pulse. "The billionaire CEO eats street pizza?" she teased, reaching for a slice. "The billionaire CEO is from Brooklyn," I reminded her, grabbing a slice for myself. "I have standards."

I assured them that Mother Martha was amazed. There was a waiter who immediately served us special pizza, pasta, and drinks. then it took the child's order, while Mother Martha refused because I had given too much food for the child. I just added two more types of our most special pizza offer and I also added additional drinks that are good for four persons and a bucket of chicken pizza flavor that is also really popular with our customers. When the orders were there, I immediately handed them over to Mother Martha and the child's request. He was still jumping for joy.

I peeked up at Pazzi only to see him scowling at me, knowing what I wanted. I pouted and flipped the page so that I could see their pizzas. I decided to go with the ’seafood miracle’, it did indeed sound like a miracle. Once we had ordered, we got our drinks served. Pazzi ordered a cola with a lemon slice and I ordered their chocolate milkshake, just like yesterday. ”You really are stuck to your ways aren't ya?” He said sarcastically as he looked at me with boredom. ”Have you tried this? If that pizza is a miracle then this is a fucking unicorn,” I said as I took a big gulp of the shake.

"Yes, Dad?" "Why are there five of them?" "Science?" Altair offered weakly. Cyprian closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. He opened them again. They were still there. He looked at Modern Vespera. "I bought a pepperoni pizza," Cyprian said, gesturing to the box tucked under his arm. "It has eight slices." He looked at the five dangerous, hungry entities filling his living room. "Honey," Modern Vespera said, patting his arm. "We're going to need more pizza."

"Please... You're planning to sell me soon, right? It's only fair that I get to eat what I want! The cost of pizza is trivial compared to the profit you'll gain from me! Please, I want pizza." Boss Scar was caught between feeling amused and frustrated by Erin's specific requirements when it came to food. Out of all the abducted women, she was the sole individual making such requests. "Fine! Give her a pizza!" he commanded his men, surprising them with the directive. "No! There's Kuokoa Pizzeria & Trattoria nearby! That's what I want! They have a specific pizza I enjoyed when I visited this city to promote my product!" "You're quite high maintenance," Boss Scar muttered as he retrieved his ce

“Proceed” We get to a pizza parlor which isn't to far from the campus. We enter and the bell chimes notifying the waiters or waitresses about the new customers.We find an empty table that would fit all seven of us and go to sit there. “So Lia what would you be having?”. Matteo asks as we sit. “Anything you guys are having”. I wasn't really hungry but since he went out of his way to invite me to eat out with them I may as well eat whatever they eat. “We need three of your largest pizza with everything on top”. Levi tells the waiter and the boys agree with him.The waiter didn't look too stunned. There is no way that I'm eating that kind of pizza. The waiter is about to go get the orders but I

Chris led Lena to a table by the window and ordered two small pizzas. When the steaming pizzas arrived, neither of them made a move. Chris smiled at her. "What's wrong?" Perhaps sensing the confusion in her eyes, he took the initiative to explain, "The owner of this pizza place is a comrade's father from my unit. Don't be fooled by the small size of the shop. The portions are generous, and the place is clean. The taste is pretty good, too. All the pizzas are hand-rolled by my comrade's father!"

I could still hear the high pitched voice filled with hope and see the bright stars that had filled her eyes as she filled me in on how she'd known how to resuscitate. But right now she wasn't on the part to becoming a lifeguard. And it was my fault. Another slice of the deluxe pizza disappeared, then another, and another. Sheryl and Russel were the highest consumer followed by Maisie then me. I didn't blame them, who could resist the pizza made chiefly of Italian Sausage, fresh green peppers, mushroom and real mozzarella cheese? Definitely not me and that's why I took a few slices. I had to think.

Jasper replied, addressing Lila as well whilst leaning over the table to take a slice of the tuna pizza. “And we all lived happily ever after,” Lila drawled, shrugging her shoulders and shoving a slice of chicken pizza into her mouth. “Oh my god, it’s stuffed crust. You qualify as a good enough aunt now!” Emmet exclaimed between them. “What the fuck! Jasper’s right. It shouldn’t be that easy to win shit from you!” Lila called him out, punching him in the shoulder just to prove him wrong.