Papa Louie When Pizza Novels & Stories

Lucean said, and I nodded, still looking at him in question, but he shook his head, a smile on his lips and he pulled out his cellphone. His voice was a low murmur behind me as I worked on cleaning the warm baking sheet, and when the call was finished, I'd managed to barely get rid of the darkness on the sheet. "I've ordered two boxes of pizza." Lucean declared, grimacing as he once again caught sight of the baking sheet in my hands. "Pizza?" I cocked my head. "My mother would have never let me eat ‘junk food’." He scoffed at what I had said.

"I'm not sure I brought the proper wardrobe for the restaurants you're used to. I don't suppose you'd be down for ordering a pizza? There must be some good pizza places around here." "Actually, I don't know," he says. "It's been a while since I've had pizza." I eye him suspiciously. "How long is ‘a while'?" He shrugs. "A year or two." I gape at him. "A year? How have you survived that long without pizza?" "There are plenty of delicious places - " "Back in high school, I once saw you eat two large pizzas all by yourself. You love pizza. And now you're telling me that you haven't had pizza in a year? When you live in the pizza capital of the world?"

Claire replied before she quickly left the room. I leaned over, grabbing one of the plates and opening the pizza boxes one at a time. "So, tell me kid, which one do you want?" I asked Dante. "I'll have two slices of the cheese and tomato pizza, please, Dad." I looked across at him with his head leaning against the sofa. He wasn't his usual self, seeing that straight-up fucking hurt. The boy could usually have like five to six pizza slices and now what? He was going to stick to two.

it asked me. “Anything will do, Anne.” Louise nodded. "Ah, that's enough! I want to eat pizza.” He looked at them and Rock but it seemed to pass me a quick glance and stopped at my husband. “Rock, I want pizza. Your favorite flavor for both of us."

Josh mumbled in a second. I chuckled A knock came on the door, drawing everyone's attention to the entrance. "I believe our pizza has arrived," Dave exclaimed as he ran to the door. He has always been a foodie. His nose is always in the air trying to sense food. Dave brought the pizza in and we dug in. "I love the taste. Which flavor is this? " Leo moans to the taste. I giggled. "Don’t tell me you have never had pepperoni before? " I asked, knitting my brows in surprise.

We entered and were greeted by the warm smiles of the staff, who seemed surprisingly unfazed by our nocturnal pizza mission. As we perused the menu, my eyes lingered on the tantalizing descriptions of various pizza creations. I couldn't resist the allure of a classic margherita with its fragrant basil leaves and bubbling mozzarella. Liam opted for a hearty meat lover's pizza, a satisfying choice for his voracious appetite. We settled into a cozy booth, our tired bodies sinking into the plush cushions. The pizza arrived promptly, and as we indulged in our delicious slices, a contented sigh escaped my lips. The flavors danced on my taste buds, a comforting and satisfying treat after a long and

“No, because it sounds disgusting!” “You just don’t have a sense of adventure,” I concluded. “What do you like?” “Pizza supreme with stuffed crust,” he said. “I love stuffed crust – the best part of the pizza is hidden on the inside, where most people just ignore it.”

Back when I didn't have a massive hole of pain in my heart. Before I knew it, I was laughing too. *** After picking up his supplies, Lorenzo made true on his promise and took me to a restaurant. He bought the largest pizza on the menu. My eyes literally sparkled when I saw it. Not only was it massive, it tasted heavenly too. "I think I'll come and live here," I sighed, my mouth filled with food. Lorenzo grimaced and threw a napkin at my face. "Manners, you cave animal!"

“Still too much. You can’t eat pizza all the time, kiddo. How about spaghetti? Or chicken? Something that isn’t covered in cheese and pepperoni?” Luca’s face fell into a pout, his secret weapon. “But Mommy, pizza makes you happy. Daddy and Uncle Darren said it’s like your magic working food. You always smile after you eat it.” Before I could respond, Lazarro spoke up. “So someone told me about one time they came here and you told them to look inconspicuous?” “Oh no,” I muttered with a small giggle, trying to keep outright laughter at bay. Alessandro and Luca had looked utterly and completely ridiculous. “You told him about that?”

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.