Pineapple Street Novels & Stories

He realized that Stevie had to have another source of income that he didn't know of, which looked to be a very moneyed one. It was only a short drive to Benadryl City, towards a subdivision called Pineapple Village. He lived in a swanky, high-rise condominium, which looked better than his own residence in Paper Clip Hills. He identified himself to the guards at the entrance gate and told them of the unfortunate circumstances of his visit. The guards called the condo management about it, which took a few minutes, long enough for him to be worried. Fortunately, the management seemed to acquiesce, and the guards let him in.

A roaring sizzle echoed throughout the kitchen and Dinah sniffed as she put a cubed pineapple in her mouth. Her nose was runny from all the crying in the hospital. You'd think it'd have stopped by now. She'd left Edith a mucus and make up stained shirt to remember her by. Except, she won't. Sigh. Dinah shut her eyes and moaned as her favourite fruit melted on her tongue, exploding into sweetness, "Mmmm. Ugh. Pineapples are God's amazing gift to mankind. It's like he put a truckload of sugar in this thing", she popped another cube into her mouth whilst managing to get the words, "So good" out with her mouth full. Funny how something this tasty came from shoving a lot of faeces and every other

He slipped his hand to my inner thigh covered jeans, making me gasped. "So, what's good here? We will eat here Lorraine, so I can ravish you soonest we get to your place. It's closer from here." He was asking me but was loud enough for Jeremy and Riley to hear. Jemmy was choking on his beer, while Riley was giggling while trying to keep his face still. This man... He finally ordered us large pan pizza and some chicken wings, and more beer for us. And water for me, since I was still on my pain meds. He asked about my ankle and satisfied seeing I actually look okay with my pain.

Students were walking in groups while chatting and laughing. Well 35 street was near the Centaury street and that is why its lifestyle was better. Ten turned up the volume. Apple’s favorite song, ‘Ice’ by Athena Soul was playing as a smile slid out at the corner of my lips. “You like the song, don’t you?” asked Ten while he taped his fingers on the steering wheel. ~ ~ ~ “Don’t worry they’ll be here” Ten said while staring at his hand watch. It looked expensive, shiny and huge. I nodded while I looked around the quiet Dark Pub we were in.

And yet… she grinned. The flavor was bold and totally unhinged, like a fruit salad with unresolved trauma. But it was addictive. Her hand moved on autopilot; she grabbed four more like a sugar-deprived squirrel prepping for winter. I might come back for more later… With that in mind, she happily walked back to their table. What she didn’t know— what no one warned her about— was that the Pineapple Malibu was soaked in more liquor than a bachelor party gone wrong. And just like that… her night didn’t just begin.

- Of course it is. – Missy smiled, her wide innocent eyes wide – It tastes like pineapple and it's not bitter at all, like other drinks that always leave a bad taste in my mouth. - This is called V.I.P. It's one of my sister's favorite bar specials. They let a pineapple sit for days inside a gallon of vodka, squeeze it and then... This is the result. It's literally pineapple flavored alcohol. – he saw Missy's eyes begin to widen with fear little by little… Comically little by little – Oh, love, I'm sorry. How many glasses did you drink? – they both knew that Missy got drunk extremely easily. And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vod

I left the office and went outside, hailed a cab and gave him the paper where the address was written. He said it was pretty far and that the money I would pay is 200 peso. I wanted to say it was too much but then I looked at the address too and I was surprised. It's McDiamond neighbourhood. And as the name implies, it's for those who are diamonds. It even has a private beach for its occupants The driver began to drive and I began to wonder who would order cheap magazines from our store. The person can just d******d the P*F online.

"This time, I paid cash. I figured I was about out of luck." I stifled a laugh. "Listen, little stinker, you can't just go around loading pineapple onto pizza like that." He came down to her level. "If you're a psychopath, okay, but you need to cover it up." Gravity fluttered her eyelashes and smiled in his direction, clearly delighted to see him. Ugh, girl, same. My stomach dipped and churned when his shoulder bumped against mine as he squeezed in between us, inspecting our dish more closely. "Listen, kid, pineapple is only good for one thing. Want to guess what it is?

He fishes in his pocket for his phone and somehow manages to dial with one hand, all the while carrying me. “Hello? Yes, I’d like to order two pizzas.” He pauses and looks at me. “Medium or large?” “Large.” He winks and warmth floods my body. He orders my unconventional, and slightly controversial, favorite order—pineapples and banana peppers covered pizza. Maybe I can get him to try it this time? 30 minutes later I’m lounging in our soft bed, sinking into the soft sheets. Dante enters the room carrying two steaming pizzas. The smell wafts through the room and my mouth waters.

While the men were having a business meeting Ken received a phone call from Tina she was craving pizza especially Hawaiian pizza since she had a craving for a specific pizza with pineapple and the delicious ham taste. So Ken had no choice but to come and consult his mum about who would deliver the pizza. When he called his mum Stacy was confused about what was to be for dinner since her chef was off duty on a specific day and she was not anticipating visitors. There were some leftovers that they could have warmed and eaten but now she needed to serve a decent dinner.