Epic Pizza Novels & Stories

Who was the father of her pup? Why was she a single mother? Whether he died or left her? "We’ve launched two new varieties of spicy pizzas. I will suggest you try that." The cashier suggested this when Felicity ordered cheese-burst pizzas. "Thank you, but these pizzas are for the kids, and most of them are not habitual to spicy things." "Oh, then how about you buy them for you and your husband?" The cashier still tried to sell it. Husband? My heart fluttered at that remark, but it didn’t last long because Felicity corrected her immediately.

she said. The waitress was eyeing me and wouldn’t stop to look at Steph. She cleared her throat to get her attention. “We’ll have a large deep dish with pepperoni, mushrooms, and black olives, and a large antipasto salad with an order of bread sticks,” she smiled. I brought my finger up and rested it on my lips, “Do you actually think I’m going to eat that pizza?” “I don’t think you are; I know you are,” she smiled.

But in this case, she was actually glad to talk about those. “oh yeah!” Gracie turned to face her. “he really is Andre.” “Huh? Tell me about it.” “that day when you went to see your Eddie guy, I decided to have my own party. I ordered pizza from that CHESTNUT PIZZARIA, he ended up being my dilivery guy.” “huh?” Emma asked faking cuiousity. “Oh damn, you know that part already.” Gracie muttered. Emma chuckled loudly and she hit her.

‘That’s enough, I lost. Eric touched his forehead. In the end, he succumbed to Eugene’s cuteness. He felt like he would be the devil if he did not help him. “Do you eat pizza?” Eugene looked at his father. Astonishment flashed through the blue eyes of the boy who faced him. “P-Pizza?” “Yes, Pizza.” Eugene’s eyes soon calmed down, coldly. “My tummy did not growl because I am hungry,” he snapped back quite fiercely.

We created the craft of patience, especially when it came to protecting our people. "You know we can both play this waiting game. But the longer you sit here and keep your mouth shut. The longer you go without food, and I brought pizza." I walked over to the door and grabbed the box of pizza I had Lincoln order half an hour ago. It was the best pizza around. Christopher Fratello owned their own restaurant, one of the pack members, and the recipe he used had been passed down through generations. And I know pizza is pizza. Wrong. This pizza was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten, and I grew up in Gardenia, where Fae food was claimed to be the most deliciously sourced food around. Once y

Too polished to be an intern, too efficient to be a free man. “Yes, sir?” “Order pizza.” I turned on him instantly. “No.” “Two large,” Zach said, not looking at me at all. “One pepperoni. One cheese.” “I said no. They eat at home.” “And apple juice,” he went on. Issa stopped running. “I want the cheese one with basil. Not sad leaves. Good leaves.” Miles, wearing the kind of professional expression that probably had to be sworn into service every morning, nodded. “Noted.”

I couldn't help but just stare at the wonders that were going on in the place I was about to move forward when I heard Kira's voice from behind me "Hey miss, wanna move out of the way?" She said I looked back to see why she wanted me to move, and my eyes were blessed with a circular-shaped Italian dish made with a thin flatbread crust topped with tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese, which melts beautifully and deliciously over the pepperoni topping. "Did you make this Kira?" I asked still staring at the pizza "Wanna have some?" "Yes please," I said immediately "Here have some," she said as she pointed to the tray of pizza in front of me I was about to take a slice when she spanked the back of

"I divide everything she says by three to get the actual truth. It is safer for everyone." Something in my chest loosens slightly without my permission. "I'll keep that in mind." The pizzas arrive in a wave of steam that makes my stomach react in a way that reminds me I have eaten almost nothing since the airport. Americus claims a slice loaded with enough toppings to constitute a small ecosystem. Pepperoni, olives, pineapple, three visible cheese varieties. I reach for a plain cheese slice and let the conversation move around me for a while. Which professors are rumored to be impossible. Which dining hall has the best coffee situation. Whether Branford's courtyard is charming or just cold o

We look around and find a booth in the back to sit at. "Would you like some wine?" Pierson asks me. "No, water is fine," I answer remembering my blabber mouth the night of Noah's party. I definitely don't want a repeat of that. The waiter writes it down and Pierson goes ahead and orders us a large pepperoni pizza. "This place is amazing. The best pizza in town," he says excitedly. "I'll take your word for it." His eyes roam my face taking in every detail. I shift in my seat nervously.

he said without looking up. I sat up slowly. “Okay, but counterpoint: pizza.” Cameron blinked at me. “It’s midnight.” “That’s what makes it legendary. Midnight pizza has mystical properties.” He sighed. “You’re exhausting.” “You love me.” “Debatable.” But then he stood, stretched, and pulled on that soft hoodie he always wore when he was giving up on the world. “Fine. One slice.” “Six slices,” I corrected. “Three max.” “We both know you’ll eat four.”