Epic Pizza Novels & Stories

he recited, looking down at her. But, she did not reply and just ignored him as he pissed her off a while ago at the breakfast. He arched his eyebrow because of the attitude she was showing towards him. "I see. You're still holding grudges. Fine," he mumbled, and put his hands across his chest and looked away, but did not leave his place. "I will not buy you pizza while you are reviewing. Because I heard there's a new Pizza Hut nearby and their bestseller is mozzarella flavor with thin crust. That must be delightful. Ice cream would be nice too while reviewing so, you can memorize everything. Then, spaghetti, chicken burger, and bucket of chicken," he announced, provoking her.

Just enough. “Well, in that case,” he said, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, “what’s your go-to? Pepperoni? Pineapple? Or are you one of those chaos agents who orders anchovies?” “I’m a classic girl,” I said. “Extra cheese, garlic crust. pepperoni. Also, pineapple on a pizza is a discusting crime.” He gasped, hand to his chest in mock betrayal. “You wound me.” “I haven’t even started yet,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs, letting the edge of my smirk linger. “But if you’re putting fruit on bread and calling it dinner, you deserve what’s coming.” He chuckled again, head shaking as he tapped at his phone.

While the men were having a business meeting Ken received a phone call from Tina she was craving pizza especially Hawaiian pizza since she had a craving for a specific pizza with pineapple and the delicious ham taste. So Ken had no choice but to come and consult his mum about who would deliver the pizza. When he called his mum Stacy was confused about what was to be for dinner since her chef was off duty on a specific day and she was not anticipating visitors. There were some leftovers that they could have warmed and eaten but now she needed to serve a decent dinner.

Jo complained. “I can call a pizzeria near my place and order a pizza.“ He looked at his watch. “They are still taking orders for another ten minutes, and we could take a taxi and return home as quickly as possible.” “That sounds pretty good. I want some classic margarita, or any kind, without pineapples.” “They don't serve pseudo Hawaiian pizza there.” “Okay, I forgot that only Mike knows places where you can get that.” “Hmm…” Matthew only nodded as he knew his friend's ‘deviant’ taste.

"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." Cyprian nodded slowly. "I'll call Oryn," he said. "And the National Guard."

Six’s POV "Are you sure this is what you meant to order for breakfast?" Amadeo asked as he joined me at the dining room table. I tilted my head. "What? You don't like it?" "It's...pizza. You know this is pizza, right? And not even good Italian pizza, it's Americanized crap." I flipped him off. "Fuck you! Nothing wrong with good old US of A pizza!" I snagged a slice and bit into it. Pepperoni, mushrooms, bacon, and pineapple was my favorite combination. I devoured an entire slice before I grabbed another and only stopped when I realized Amadeo was staring at me, grimacing. "What?"

He is the titleholder of the world's largest pizza-maker. "Good morning, what's your order?" I asked the person in front of me. He's been looking at the menu for about fifteen minutes now and seems like he can't decide what to eat. "One large Hawaiian pizza, five stretò vlint, no ice please, five blinchè desserts, and cauffèn overload for five people, that's it. How much is it?" I typed all of it on the computer then looked at him again. "That was three thousand five hundred, Sir," I said. Arche popped out of nowhere and I almost hit Maerchie's tray.

What’s your go-to order then, Miss Traditional? Elise: Pepperoni and extra cheese. Simple and reliable. Unlike some people who put fruit on pizza 😏 I chuckle under my breath. The conversation started days ago under the excuse of planning a surprise for Diane which hasn’t even happened yet. But it’s drifted to a natural and easy relationship online. She’s opening up more. Now she tells little jokes, complains about long days and I get small glimpses into her life. It’s exactly what I need. I need her to get so comfortable that she gives me all the information I need about Richard without anything coming off as suspicious to her.

"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

Vespa After a long day of classes and assignments, Ria and I were craving some comfort food. We ordered pizza from Pizza Hut and chose the pepperoni pizza with extra cheese with garlic breadsticks on the side. "Why is the delivery guy taking so much time?" I groaned, impatient and checked my phone every few minutes. "He's here." I rushed to the door with excitement, grabbed the pizza box, paid the guy, and grabbed two plates to serve myself and Ria.