Pineapple Street Novels & Stories

Whenever he had kissed Sara Owen, her taste was sweet but as per her character, he could say that pineapple could be her favourite. ... Yohan Dixon put the parcel on the back of the seat and glanced at the sleepy woman beside him. He was confident that she would definitely like the pineapple ice cream with a blunt of chocolate and hot brownie. He quickly drove to the October Villa. The car stopped at the gate of the giant villa and he looked at the woman with his dark gaze. Should he wake her up or should he carry her to the bedroom? He got out of the car, carried the parcel of ice cream then went to the kitchen and put it in the deep freeze. He came back but she hadn’t woken up yet so he le

Bryon said brightly and waved. "Hey, are you feeling better?" she asked quietly, leaning towards me. "I'm better now," I reassured her. "I knew you would be," she said, smiling brightly before turning back to Bryon. “You’re being ridiculous. There’s no way pineapple belongs on pizza.” Bryon gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "That's blasphemy; pineapple on pizza is the best thing that has ever been invented." “You’re disgusting.” “You’re uncultured.”

Kai asked. Mateo shook his head, “No, someone else runs it now. Uncle Pascal passed away years ago,” Mateo answered. When Kai and Mateo were kids. They would come to this island with their families. Kai would get seasick and wouldn’t eat anything for days when they were staying here. That’s when they discovered this fruit stall. Uncle Pascal would give them pineapple chunks and coconut wedges. Pineapple would always make Kai feel better, and that is when he started liking the fruit. Pineapple is his favorite fruit since then.

Annie remembered how heated Michele had sounded as she'd whispered about sucking them and kissed her. Annie dug through her drawers until she found found what she was looking for. An ancient t-shirt she hadn't worn in years. She'd outgrown it long ago, but couldn't bear to get rid of it, or even leave it at home. It read "Philippines Shakey's Pizza Parlor World's Greatest Pizza". She smelled it. She used to be able to tell herself it smelled like her dad, smelled like distant things, exotic places, but now it just smelled like her, maybe a little like home.

I thought he’d at least add sugar or milk. “Did you know I used to make fruit ice cream? I had an entire brand for it, and it was doing so well in the UK,” I said, making my own coffee. “Yeah, and then I got a request from an anonymous customer who claimed they’d moved to the US—LA specifically—and really wanted it available in stores there. So it was. They specifically asked for the pineapple flavor, and it sold out in one day every time it was restocked—and there were a lot of restocks. I made so much money from them. I always wondered who they were,” I added, staring at Ben.

His brows furrowed with a small smile. “Yes, pineapple main ingredient, very little alcohol” I smiled back. I wanted to be the one driving us back home. He nodded and began to mix that up. I rubbed my neck as I looked around me. Still no sign of Harley. Who knew where she could be? Soft hip hop music streaming out of the speakers as people walked around in bikinis and perfect bodies was the last thing I thought I would be staring at yesterday. “Here” I looked up. The bartender has the glass with the yellow drink in it.

Dad even let me drive the ten blocks it took to get us to midtown. Forest Hills was kind of big for a town in the boonies of Oregon, and midtown made that clear enough. A wide street cut into the heart of town with storefronts ranging from a retro arcade and cinema house to quaint little book stores and diners to either side of it. There was even a Wiccan store called Raven’s Banquet on the opposite side of Fiddles, the diner dad took us to. Fiddles’ owner was called Big Bear. He was a bald-headed Native American man with a scruffy beard who was just about the right size to make his nickname appropriate.

I answered and received the seven boxes of pizza. “Whoa!” Devin’s eyes brightened upon receiving his share. “One box for each of us? As expected from a Salcedo!” Angelica paused after opening the box halfway. “Please tell me there’s no poison in this…” I waved my hand. “Don’t worry, nothing dangerous is in it.” Then, I smirked and declared in a low voice, “Exhibit A: Hawaiian Pizza with extra Pineapples.” “What?!” Cara gasped. “Exhibit B: The Act of Attraction.” I stood up and put on my angry face. “Āiyá, Luke Matthew! I told you I hate pineapples on pizza! Why did you order all Hawaiian??”

Wink. Oops. We ended up ordering a Hawaiian—extra pineapple, his favorite—and a meat lovers for me from a pizza place down the street. Nate said the diet coke is okay though so we didn’t order anything else. “So,” I say, putting my phone on the coffee table. “How was tonight?”

“Okay, take it” “Hello, I will like to order a pizza” she said into the phone “Are you sure you called the right number? This is an emergency line” the receiver answered “Yes, I want a medium pepperoni pizza” Melanie coded “Is the person trying to harm you close to you?” he asked “Yes please, add chicken to it” “Does he have a weapon?” “Yes, extra chill” “The cops are on their way, what’s your address?” “Deliver the pizza to house 10, 2482 Morris Street”