Good Pizza Great Pizza Chapter 5 Novels & Stories

Allison's POV. The pizza restaurant on the corner of 5th and Main was unassuming, a small family-run joint with faded red-and-white checkered tablecloths and the smell of fresh dough wafting from the kitchen. The neon sign flickered in the evening light, showing a glow on the sidewalk. It was the perfect cover.

'' Remus said, his mouth watering. ''Chicken pepperoni pizza straight from Big Joe's.'' Brett grinned. Every wolf in the kingdom was a sucker for Big Joe's pizza. No matter what you might be feeling or whatever is going through your mind, when Big Joe's pizza comes in, everything else ceases to exist. Brett cut a big slice of the delicious goodness for Remus who ate half of it in record time. He settled down just as he began his tale of what actually transpired.

And I actually bought it. I forced a smile, but my eyes burned. "You hid it pretty well. So why tell me today?" Before Jessica could answer, Linda slammed her spoon down on the table. Her voice shook with emotion. "Because I want to see my grandson!" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, as if trying to reason with me. "Michael, I've been good to you, haven't I? I know you're a good kid. But my grandson has been in hiding for five years, and it breaks my heart."

Jay asked them arrogantly, “So submitting to your wife is a shameful thing?” He retorted in a way that shut Zayne up. Angeline grabbed the fruit pizza and began chowing down on it. Its slight bitterness was covered by the sweetness of the orange. Angeline raised her hand. “Jaybie, this pizza means to say that sweetness will come after the bitterness ends?” Jay grabbed her head and sweetly kissed her forehead. “You got it.” Angeline continued her praise, saying, “It’s delicious.” Zayne and Angeline walked over. Zayne grabbed a pizza and had a taste. He frowned as he complained, “I thought that it would be a taste that cannot be forgotten. Isn’t this just bitter gourd and orange? They taste no

No one needed to know how many tears I had shed over all those forgotten meals. "You're pregnant. Pregnant women like food." Trust Tyler to cut right to the heart of the matter. I had to hand it to him: he was wonderful when he was direct. Would we have had a chance together if I had tried being direct with him from the very start? "It smells amazing. Where is it from?" Tyler gave me a grin as he offered the boxes to me, "Giovanni's. They're a family-owned pizzeria. I've never had better. I have to fight Adam when I order because they put crispy basil on top. He steals it all for himself."

I hug him back letting him know it is ok. I hear a throat clearing and turn to see Speed leaning against the wall. “ What is going on here?” she asks. I tap Ratchet and point to Speed. He says “ Gretchen bought pizza over. And she learned sign language so I would feel welcome. I was thanking her.” “ That’s sweet Gretchen. Thank you.” I wave my hand blowing it off. “ It was nothing.” I want to change the subject fast so I turn to the food. “ I hope I got the right toppings. I should have asked.” I open the boxes revealing one cheese, one four meat with pepperoni, sausage, ham, and bacon, and last a super supreme with all the meat as well as olives, onions, green peppers, and tomatoes. They bo

I could use some new ingredients anyway and this shop was so close to the apartment. Returning my thoughts back to pizza after another loud protest from my stomach. I look back over at Kieran and ask, “So, vampires can eat pizza? And garlic?!” Stealing one last glance as we passed the rogue witches shop. When we got closer to Felicitàs I could smell the delicious scent of garlic, tomato sauce, and basil. My eyes closed and a small moan of delight passed my lips in anticipation. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Kieran smiling down at me with a knowing look. “Just wait until you taste it!” He said and immediately my brain went to wondering how his kiss would taste. Another hunger

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.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” I’d rather starve, thank you.” He makes a show of shoving a bite into his mouth and chewing on it with a look of pure bliss. I shake my head, laughing as I pick up a slice from my tray. “Oh my goodness,” I mumble with my mouth full, my eyes widening as the flavors hit me all at once. “It’s amazing.” “Told ya,” Julian shrugs. “Gio’s pizza has the secret sauce. And his pineapple toppings are the best. You should—”

Aunt Janet made delicious homemade pizza, but Leesa had insisted she did not want anyone going to extra trouble tonight and had asked to have pizza delivered from Giovanni’s instead, her favorite pizza place. Judy placed a Hawaiian style pizza in the center of the table, directly in front of Leesa. Leesa licked her lips. Giovanni’s always used plenty of pineapple and ham on their pizza. Aunt Janet placed the other pie—this one topped with the works—farther down the table. “Dig in,” Judy said. Everyone grabbed a slice and began to eat. Max stayed in the corner of the room, happily gnawing on a big steak bone Janet had picked up at the butcher shop on the way here.