Pineapple Street Novelas e Histórias

Probably the best among all the pizzas in the world. And pineapple is the best ingredient. Sean said he didn't want pineapples on his pizza and then, he started fighting me. But thank goodness, I woke up peacefully. I stretched my arms, and as soon as my eyesight got more precise, I realized that I AM NOT ON THE COUCH. I am in Sean's room AGAIN! Did he bring me here last night? I remember snuggling myself on the couch. How did I end up here? I went outside and looked for him. I saw him eating fresh strawberries on the couch. He seemed like he just woke up because his hair was a bit of a mess, but he looks handsome, nevertheless.

"Tomorrow night at seven. The Orchid Room, Pine Retreat Villa." Wasn't Dylan Armstrong the Whites'lifeline? Then I'd turn that lifeline into a noose around their necks. ... The next day. Suburbs of New York. Pine Retreat Villa was nestled in the twilight of Laurel Mountain. Lights dotted the woods like scattered stars. I parked my car in a temporary spot near the entrance early. I tapped my fingers lightly on the steering wheel. My gaze sharp and alert. In the rearview mirror, an arrogant license plate came into view.

"Annie, look at you. You've been so busy handing out milkshakes that you haven't even had a sip yourself! Go on, have a sip." I took the milkshake from my roommate's hand and brought the straw up to her lips. "No, Sienna, you should drink it. I bought this to welcome you, after all." Annie Redwood waved her hands quickly, pushing the milkshake back toward me. However, I saw how her eyes lingered on my lips, unable to hide the anticipation as she waited for me to take a sip.

he inquired. “We do, but that can’t determine the gender at this early stage,” I explained, dipping my pizza into the sauce again. It was utterly delicious; it had been my craving since I woke up. Pineapple on pizza, paired with soy sauce, was pure heaven. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? “Oh,” Vincent muttered as the explanation finally made sense. “You should visit here more often,” I suggested, casting a playful glance his way. “I can’t,” Vincent quickly declined, shaking his head.

My cabin needs to be immediately cleared of this jerk. "Mr. Woods, you will pay a severe price for disrespecting me." "Just keep quiet. You can't harm me even if you want to, because I'm Ethan Woods, and I don't back down from challenges. I can squish you between my fingers." With my eyes, I fire the dragger at Steve. He is fully aware of what I want to say to him right now. "Mr. Woods, Your Pineapple Juice." Steve has secretly brought a sipper of pineapple juice with him, knowing well that it is the only thing that will cool the blaze of my wrath.

"Jesus, Sabrina. What have you been eating for dinner?" "It's been a busy week!" Sabrina said. "Would you have preferred if I cancelled last night in favour of going to the grocery store?" You opened your mouth, but realized there was no right answer you could give to a woman currently sitting naked in front of you. "Alright, I'll order pizza," you said. "Thank you," she beamed a smile. "Pineapple on my half, please." That made you do a double take. "I'm sorry, did you just say 'pineapple' on yours?"

Her eyebrows knit as she decides. “Hi,” I smiled and greeted her. “If I were you, I’ll take the Dulce Pineapple. I can assure you it’s freshness and quality,” I assured her. “Really?” she raised her eyebrows at me. I smiled sweetly at her and pointed at Alex. “Do you see that man? He’s my husband, and he worked there, assuring you get the best pineapple juice.” I whispered to her. “Oh!” she exclaimed, taking the brand I recommended. “Thanks. By the way, you’re so lucky. You have a very handsome husband,” she smiled, blushing as she glanced at Alex.

Natalia’s POV I started craving certain foods, corn and pineapple were what I really wanted. I loved how they tasted and how colourful they looked. While walking past a fruit stall, I saw some corn and a whole pineapple. I bought them immediately. I even asked the vendor to peel the pineapple for me. I was so happy because I got exactly what I had been craving. As I walked into the building, I accidentally bumped into a woman, which made her spill the coffee she was holding.

It tasted amazing. "You like it? It was extracted from an antelope." "What!" My eyes widened and I hit him on his legs immediately and started choking. "Relax, I was just kidding." He blew a raspberry. "You are such a dramatic fellow." He chuckled. "Whatever!" I rolled my eyes at him. The street was pretty jam-packed by the locals attending the early Sunday mass. A teenage boy ran after his American Eskimo dog that broke free from his hug. Some bands of live musicians were busy entertaining the crowd that surrounded them. A red-Indian lady is singing while some guys played the instruments. The street markets selling pineapples and watermelons are located next to MacDonalds, an interesting bl

Then she proceeds to Justin’s office, and I enter the elevator. Sugar Mage isn’t too far away. In fact, it is just walking distance from Minerva. I walk past the main lobby of our company building and exit from the main entrance. I walk down the street as I usually do. Sugar Mage is located on the same street as Coffee Bloom, Sweet Toothie, and Juicy Punch. Yet, trying to avoid encountering Daniella, I make a detour around the street. I have my hands inside my trousers pockets, my glance drift across the street while what Nikki told me earlier runs through my head over and over.