Novel Pizza Chicago Novels & Stories

"It'll be weird to live in the same place since we're dating," he smiled and took a bite of his pizza. Chris took me to one of his favourite pizza places in the world, not too far from his office, and ordered us a giant pizza with pepperoni. Safe to say, I loved it. "I think it'll be fun. Since we can see each other whenever," he winked at me, making me smile as I took my last bite. "Who was the girl that came down yesterday?" He looked at me smiling.

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

Perfect for Luther's taste buds. Luther Caffe Americano Grande for him while Chad ordered Cafe con Cacao. Luther added Quattro Formaggi Pizza. While sipping their coffee, Chad started to share his observation of the sudden kindness Chelsey's grandparents to Carina and Chelsey. He also shared his insights with Carter. Luther listened well to Chad. He thinks that Chad had a very keen observation. "Okay, so what do you want me to do?" Luther asked while eating his pizza. "This pizza tastes good, I like it," Chad can't help but praise the pizza's taste after eating it.

Jackie frowned and Bobby caught it, his brows snapping together. “You alright Jackie?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked up to the cashier and she could feel the burn from the other woman into her back. “Welcome to Pizza Palace, what can I get for you guys tonight?” Jackie smiled at the upbeat teenager. “We’ll like two large pizzas, one just cheese and one with ham. And two orders of wings please.” “Big gathering?’ the cashier asked and before Jackie could reply, Bobby jumped in.

Usually Lana leaves first, so this time I felt a little out of place in the silence of our apartment. I turned on the main lights then put the pizza box on the kitchen counter, without changing my clothes first I took a slice of pizza that was still hot and bit it slowly while standing beside the kitchen counter. I took off my heels alternately with my heels and put them in the corner of the kitchen before taking my second slice of pizza. Margherita sauce with chopped tomatoes and basil is my favorite, then added melted mozzarella cheese that covers the whole pizza. I sigh in satisfaction before picking up my third slice, but my gaze accidentally lands on a pile of letters next to my pizza b

That has bad idea written all over it. “I'll make you a deal, Bond. When you get two helmets, I'll ride with you.” He smiles. “Deal. So, I did intend to bring you to my favorite diner, but...” “But we would need to travel there by bike,” I finish for him. He taps his nose with his finger. “I do know of a great New York pizza place.” I smile. “If you're buying, I'm in.” *** The pizzeria is exactly where I expect a teenager to hang out, not a mobster. Still, some of my favorite first dates had been in places just like this. “Is there anything you don't like?” he asks me.

He said, turning and leaving the living room. I slouched back into the couch not wanting to make another mess in the kitchen that I will have to clean up again. I just grabbed my phone and pulled up my pizza app and I began to create my pie. Italian sausage is a must and so is pepperoni oh and jalapeños and pineapples. Once I order I place my phone down beside and wait for my pizza to get here and pray I don’t die from starvation thanks to Tony who ate my damn sandwich. “What do you have to do tomorrow?”

It felt human, grounded, a little chaotic, everything my life usually wasn’t. “This looks fun,” she said as we walked in. “I don’t want to eat junk, but… fun might win.” I chuckled, leading her to the pizza counter. We decided to share one pizza. On my half, I built my usual pepperoni lineup, stacking ingredients with precision. On her half, she crafted a chicken-based masterpiece with minimal cheese, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration. She looked almost childlike in that moment, disarmed and genuine. When we were done, the staff slid the pizza into the massive oven, the flames licking the crust with a soft glow.

Amelia put down the compact, actually hadn't used it, looked over, still smiling: "Chicago was beautiful, an international city, everyone liked to come." Things went so smoothly, and Emmy started talking more: "Then you guys must have been to the Michigan Avenue Corridor, right? It's really pretty there, and there are some snacks and stuff, you have to try them. Crab roe noodles, braised pork, here in Chicago, crab roe noodles and butterfly pastries are the most famous, old brands." "Haven't even had time to eat, just came straight to the exchange." Amelia lowered her voice, "You know, it's all about getting ahead."

The smell was coming from nearby, so I sniffed my way towards the dining table. It was laden with treats. I gaped as I saw the Chicago-style deep dish pizza, the pepperoni pizza, the BBQ chicken pizza, and – to Ina’s delight – hot wings. She sucked in a gasp as I walked down the length of the table, trailing my fingertips along its gnarled edge. There was strawberry juice, which was my boys’ favourite, as well as my favourite drink, an iced Americano, and even Ed’s favourite Chinese black tea, Tieguanyin, were all on the table. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.