Jojo Pretzel Novels & Stories

the man said, handing me the pretzel and a small bag. “Thank you,” I replied. I held everything in my hands and walked back toward where Thomas was parked on the street. I took a big bite of my pretzel. The salty taste was nice. After everything, a small treat like this felt good. But as I got closer to the car, I almost dropped my pretzel on the ground. There, leaning against the shiny black car, was Adrian. He was talking to Thomas in a relaxed way, his arms folded across his chest.

Larissa swallowed her saliva and watched as Kevan twisted the dough into pretzels and put them in the frying pan. The boiling oil emitted a sizzling sound as numerous bubbles were formed. Kevan took a step back. Picking up a cooled pretzel from the plate, he tore off a small piece and brought it to Larissa's mouth. Looking at her expectantly, he said, "Give it a try." He was like a student waiting for his teacher's approval. The crispy texture in her mouth made Larissa exclaim, "This is delicious!" Since going abroad and the few months she was in Caldor, this was the first time she tasted such delicious pretzels.

Anthony drawled as he followed me to the bench. I snickered and sanitized my hands before retrieving my giant salted pretzel from the stroller. I barely had a chance to chew before Nori yelled for my attention. “You’re not even hungry. You just want it because I have it,” I gently chastised as I broke small pieces of pretzel off for her. “Can you blame her? It looks delicious. I should’ve gotten one.” “Would you like to try it?” “If you don’t mind.” I offered my pretzel to Anthony and gasped in shock when he nearly devoured a quarter of my treat with one bite.

“Oh! Soft pretzels! We have to get some before the game starts!” Jessica nodded in agreement, her mouth watering. “I’ve been craving one all day.” While the aroma of buttery, salted pretzels was normally hard for me to resist, today it twisted my stomach into knots. Regardless, I followed them, thinking a small bite might actually help. Lori and Jessica eagerly ordered their pretzels, slathering them with mustard. I hesitated before getting one for myself, hoping to avoid any questions. As we settled into our seats, I merely poked at my pretzel, taking the smallest of bites, trying not to exacerbate my already queasy stomach.

he exclaimed with a bright smile, setting down the tray on the comforter before flopping onto the end of the bed. He snagged a fry off the plate he uncovered, the aroma of the food making her stomach churn unhappily. "I'm not hungry," she said, her tone sulky. "What? And here I went through all this trouble." "Fries and chicken nuggets with canned corn is trouble?" she replied wryly. "I'll have you know that can opener is finicky." "You are such a ham." "I prefer dog," he replied seriously before lolling his tongue and panting.

the vendor said, handing me the pretzel and my bag. “Thank you,” I replied, clutching the items as I made my way back to where the driver was parked on the street. I took a big bite of my pretzel, savoring the salty taste. A little treat like this was welcome after everything, to be honest. But as I approached the car, I nearly dropped my pretzel on the sidewalk. There, leaning casually against the sleek black vehicle, was Elijah. He was engaged in conversation with Thomas, his expression relaxed and his arms folded.

The ever gentleman Kalyan mumbled and we turned to see her walking towards our table while dragging someone with her. "How is she handling her tray and her friend at a time like that?" Vikesh whispered but I am looking at the person she is dragging. "Oh! She..." I closed my mouth not remembering her name but she was definitely our junior. "She is our junior too, right?" I asked glancing at Abhi and he nodded before taking a bite from his food. He really loves his food, doesn't he? Why is he always that concentrated while having food like this? And he is the only one to bring lunch from home too in our gang. Well, he is the same during classes too.

".....Pam.....Pam?!" Beth repeated a little more loudly, doing her best to jar her friend from her descent into self-pleasure. "I said the pretzel is really tasty, you should try one." Pam quickly regained focus on her surroundings, and looked up to see Ron leaning down closer, holding the snack out, a coating of thick cheese threatening to break free from the undersized cigar-shaped pretzel. His bulbous cockhead was threatening to slip past the hem of his trunks. If she leaned up on the edge of the pool and just past the offered pretzel, she could plant a loving kiss across his tempting manhood. Just as quickly as she embraced this decadent image, she pushed it from her mind and opened her

“So?” Kai nodded, chewing slowly. “Good.” My brows tilted to the ceiling. “Just good?” He rolled his eyes, releasing a huff. “It’s delicious.” I grinned, satisfied with his admission. “Told you. Josephine makes the best pretzel. Oh! You should also try her fougasse. It’s best served with their signature coffee.” Kai pinned me with a stare, his jaw fluttering, and I realized I was being too friendly, reminding me of the time on the island. Back then, we shared everything - coffee, food, shower, bed - a short-lived fantasy that ruined me for good.

Meredith missed his smile because she was so focused on the food in front of her. The pretzels stood up in a small aluminum cup. There were three long twisted plump pretzel sticks speckled generously with salt. Meredith pulled a warm pretzel from the dish and dipped it in the sauce before biting off the tip. Brayden followed suit but his focus was on Meredith and her expressions as she ate. Meredith moaned as she began to chew the soft salty and tangy pretzel. She let an appreciative sigh out through her nose as she enjoyed herself immensely. She hadn’t had a soft pretzel in a long time and she didn’t remember them being this delicious.