Pizza Delivery Man And Gold Palace Chapter 53 Novels & Stories

He dialed the number and walked out of the room "Yeah, Pizza Corner." She just sat and looked at the table. Soon, she heard the ring of the oven and walked towards it. She uncovered the baking dish. The top was light golden brown. She kept it aside for 5 minutes and then cut it into squares. The aroma spread throughout the house. Kirito stood at the balcony and heard his stomach grumbling. Vivian took one piece and stuffed it inside her mouth. As she picked up another, she saw Kirito's hand move towards the plate. She looked at him. He looked back "What? I'm hungry."

I stuttered. He chuckled. "Why? Are you thrilled? Zy, it's just me," he murmured and winked at me. I hated him, pushed him, and stood up to get away from him. He was about to speak, but the doorbell rang. Maybe my order was already there. I turned my back on him and went out to get the food, but that's all. My lips parted when I saw that Styx took the order from the rider. He was talking to the man while getting something for his wallet. The delivery man had already left when he saw me. "What are you doing here? It's late.

Dime looked through the eye hole and told him what I told her “I’ll slip the money under the door and just leave the pizza by the door and when we’ve seen that you have walked away, we will open the door,” Dime said with a crappy accent that caused me to hold in laughter, “Just open the door, Dimond, I know it’s you and Sapphire in there,” Tom shouted “I don’t know who you are referring to, but we would like our pizza, so if you would please comply with our little request, it would be greatly appreciated!” Dime replied back

A sense of understanding washed over her as she replied, "Pineapple." The man nodded, his expression giving nothing away. Without another word, he reached down and gently slid the bag across the floor to where Georgina sat. She could feel the weight of it, and for a fleeting moment, she considered looking inside to unveil its mysteries. But the man's unyielding gaze and the potential consequences of defying Marcelo's instructions held her back. With a slight nod of acknowledgment, the man straightened up and turned away. He walked out of the restaurant as quietly and mysteriously as he had entered. Georgina watched him leave, her heart pounding, knowing that the implications of this seemingl

Pompous pushed the plate of food back at me and strolled out of the dining room. He wasn't even angry? Wasn't this the same man with rage issues? When did he see a good therapist? I followed swiftly and watched his back as he moved down the hallway with steady footsteps. He was so fine. "Can I have your plate now?" I inquired with a loud voice which caused him to halt his movement. From where I stood, I could see the pistol tucked behind him. A real mafia man. "It's poisoned " My jaw dropped to the ground hearing him and my eyes blinked a thousand times in one second.

The guard cautiously steps forward and pulls the noteoff the sign and that is when I see it…a fine silver thread, just barely visible, around his throat, growing taught and then slicing his head clean off. My knees buckle and I collapse in a heap of tears! He was a kind man. His restaurant was the best halal restaurant in our region and he gave back to those in his pack who are weaker and less-abled. He gave me a job and a room until I could afford my little cottage.My sobs drown out the sounds around me and all the commotion as Malleus and the guards move to protect Kaiya, Dylan and I in case there is more…but I am certain there is not…not yet. The last letter targets my loved ones…that lea

Cain called from across the kitchen, where he was sweeping up glass. “I’ll order something,” Darien said, not taking his eyes off me. “Pizza sound good?” I laughed despite myself. “You have pizza here?" “Of course we do. We have a few restaurants underground. So.” Darien leaned against the counter. “Pizza?" “Extra cheese,” I heard myself say. His grin was blinding. “Extra cheese it is.” And as Cain whooped and went back to sweeping, as Darien pulled out his phone to place the order, as I stood in the wreckage of the kitchen I’d destroyed, I felt something shift inside me.

They're perfect together! [Carol, just tell him the truth already! Stop lying to him!] I cried so hard I couldn't speak. All I could do was bury myself deeper in his arms. The car eventually came to a stop in front of a sprawling estate. Landon helped me out. "Come on. It's time to meet my grandfather." "M-Meet who?" My legs nearly gave out again. "My grandfather." He squeezed my hand. "The head of the Pierce family." "No." I immediately tried backing away. "No, absolutely not."

he replied, pocketing the phone. “It should be, though. I paid double and tipped in advance,” she pouted, crossing her arms. He sighed. “I’m sure it’ll be here soon. But for now, you need to eat something, you're still healing you know.” She reluctantly picked up the fork and poked at the pasta. “They cheated me.” “Don't worry, if you ordered from pizza palace then they won't disappoint, I'm sure of that,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Besides, my pasta isn’t that bad, or is it?”

The way the snow stuck to his skin was quite painful, stinging his bone. Then, he stumbled his way to the villa. There was an additional door before the stairs and it was locked. The homemade pizza his servants were supposed to give Zoe was now placed on the dining table downstairs. It was almost all gone, only a few measly slices were left. Yanni’s pictures were scattered on the counter as well. He had hired these men with good money and yet they were huddling by the electric stove, playing poker. They were the ones who ate the pizza.