Epic Pizza Novels & Stories

he asked, in a firm voice. I laughed out loud. “You know, this nearly caused Jada and Jakob to divorce … this very question but I do have an answer,” I said, matter of fact. “My perfect pie would be made by Jakob because he’s truly an artist. It’s a tie. Garlic with broccoli, simple and delicious and you’re oozing garlic out of your pores for days and his chicken wing pizza … it’s hot sauce to give you a tingle on the back end but ooey gooey and filling to get you across that climatic finish,” I said, matter of fact.

"Hello guys." "Hello boss, we have a request?" "That is?" "Pizza!" They screamed. "Okay." He gave a chuckle. "Flavours?" "Pepperoni, margarita and chicken beef combo." "Alright." He replied before the line went dead. “He said okay.” They had million-dollar smiles on their faces.

Sitting up I tangle my fingers in my hair. "I need a drink." I can't deal with all of this. It pisses me off how much of an asshole he was, but I still have deep feelings for him. I hate that I hurt him, but when he talks to me like that I want to dig my claws into his face. "You want to go to Big Pete's?" "What's that?" "They serve the biggest pizza, and have all the beer you can think of." "Is it deep dish?" I can't help but ask. I've missed the deep dish pizza from here.

She asked Jayla. "Well, I'm going eat." She replied, pointing to the cafeteria in front of her. "Honey, let's go eat pizza rather than eat rubbish and disgusting foods that come from the bin." She cringed and dragged her outside of the school, both of them arrived at the pizzeria which was small and had a creepy name. My big fat Italian Pizza, Very original. "They are all here, eating their best pizza." Eleanor said referring to the gang, she showed her a seat next to Giovanni was not in his usual mood, he was grumpy.

"Your pizza has arrived." ***

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We have an amazing morning with her grandpa, he's amazing makes me wish I had known my own grandpa. We then drive to my parents beach house, I go outside first begging her to stay in the car and then I set us a picnic by the beach. Sofi loves pizza so I get her favorite flavors and her favorite sodas. "This is amazing," she says sitting down. "Who knew the Noah I met just months ago is romantic." She adds playfully. "Oh I'm not romantic, you make me this way." I say gently pecking her cheek. She blushes deeply at my words and we put on music listening to Travis Scott while we eat.

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

"So where?" “You’re being clingy.” “I’m not. I’m being sweet, okay?” he said with that playful grin—the signature look of Evan Ferrer. “Come on. Before I change my mind.” “I want pizza.” “Owkey!” He unlocked his Aston Martin and we drove to the nearest mall—DH Mall. “Pizza, here we go!” he declared like a child on a mission. Evan ordered a 32 cm pizza with extra cheese—exactly how I like it. He knew. He always knew. He also got pasta for himself.

Kei answered while Gried is still on his shoulder. "Fuc– did Gried hear me?" Kirke looked on Hried who currently having his own hair salon in Kei's hair. After paying those all, they went outside to buy five boxes of pizza. They bought a lot. They have almost fifteen bags. Each one of them are holding two while the remaining one will bring the pizzas. They waited for it to be cooked. "We need to go back before Disero eat Xzy alive." Eito exaggerated himself but all of them agreed.

She laughed looking out of the window. “Well what haven’t you done that you want to do?” “Eat a deep dish pizza.” Kenya blurted. “I know the exact place.” I drove just a short stretch down Michigan Avenue to the other side of the Prudential Building to a great pizza place, called Giordano’s. I felt if she wanted to eat deep dish pizza, she needed to try the best. We entered and were able to grab a booth as most of the tables were already full. “I like the ambiance here. It’s comfy and cozy.” Kenya looked around with a smile plastered on her face. She was a beautiful young woman, around my age, who wanted to launch her business just like I did.