Pizza Guy Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

Fauzia pushed her hand away as the surface of her pizza was filled with mustard. “That’s too boring let’s double the toppings.” They hadn’t complained at Zariyah yet, she turned the wheel and it stopped at the gogurt. Fauzia put the gogurt on her pizza, she only put a little on it because she knew it would not taste good. Because she knew that Lystra was starving, she put the remaining gogurt in her mouth. She folded the pizza like a sandwich, as she took a bite of the pizza they all waited for her in awe.

I say but continue to look around. We find a local pizzeria, and we each order a large pizza. We eat a lot, and New York-style pizza is thin. As we sit down with our pizza, I notice a guy in a dark blue hoodie out of the corner of my eye. I saw him earlier as we were walking around. I mind-link Marcus. “At your 6 o’clock dark blue hoodie. I’ll create a distraction so you can turn and look.” Marcus nods. I stand up and go over to the counter to order another pizza. Honesty, Marcus and I can split this one, and we will be full. As I stand up hoodie guy is watching me. “Marcus, look now.” I mind-link him. He turns and looks.

"I found this Korean Domino's shop nearby. They just opened and people were already flooding day and night. So, I tried their pizza even though the flavors were quite peculiar and very unusual." Zoey sat beside Sebastian and watched him open the five boxes of smoking hot pizzas. "This is black angus steak, korean sweet potato, black tiger shrimp, fire grilled steak and star chef signature." "Wow." Zoey noticed the paper bag beside Sebastian. "What's in the bag?" "Ohh, these. I bought cup noodles of ramen. I was suddenly craving it." Dionysus sat at the couch parallel to Zoey and Sebastian with an obvious frown in his handsome face. "What are these, Seb? I told you to buy a decent meal. Zoey

"Alright, Gwеn. Dinnеr it is. But I warn you, my supеrpowеrs includе еating way too many dеssеrts and knowing thе bеst pizza joints in town." Gwеn clappеd hеr hands in dеlight. "Pеrfеct! Wе'll start with pizza and finish with all thе dеssеrts wе can handlе. Trust mе, Nathan, this will bе a night to rеmеmbеr."

She asked Jayla. "Well, I'm going eat." She replied, pointing to the cafeteria in front of her. "Honey, let's go eat pizza rather than eat rubbish and disgusting foods that come from the bin." She cringed and dragged her outside of the school, both of them arrived at the pizzeria which was small and had a creepy name. My big fat Italian Pizza, Very original. "They are all here, eating their best pizza." Eleanor said referring to the gang, she showed her a seat next to Giovanni was not in his usual mood, he was grumpy.

We race go-carts for two hours and I can’t win. “Let me guess, everyone lets you win?” Tristian smirks at me. It was Nickolas’s smirk. Is he trying to look like Nickolas? His hair is styled like Nickolas too. “No, my boys never let me win. They let Lesley, Jack and Azlee win; me, never,” I laugh. “I win sometimes and sometimes I lose.” “Sound healthy,” Tristian leads me over to the pizza place and orders us a whole supreme. “Okay, whomever can eat the most pizza before it’s all gone is the winner.”

A confused security guard opened it to reveal a delivery guy drowning in five enormous neon takeout bags. Lucas’s eye twitched. “This is not a service entrance for… fast food.” “It is today,” Ariana said cheerfully, pulling out a steaming container. “I ordered Thai, pepperoni pizza, rocky road ice cream, and a case of the cheapest Prosecco available. Fuel for a fake marriage.” Lucas stared at the pile of greasy bags on his million-dollar marble island like they were biohazards. “You ordered… pizza,” he said in a tone of deep offense.

“Noooooooo. I… muuuussstt… wiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnn…” Dallas and Ivy laughed as they easily beat their frozen companion to the table. Laura gave him a wink and brought over the plates of pizza. Everyone dug into the food, and the room was quiet for a moment. Laura looked over at Ethan's meat-lovers pizza and shook her head. Pineapple was way better. “What kind of pizza is that, Ethan?” Ivy asked, pointing to his pizza. “Meat-lovers supreme,” he replied, his mouth full of cheese and pepperoni. “You want some?”

Too polished to be an intern, too efficient to be a free man. “Yes, sir?” “Order pizza.” I turned on him instantly. “No.” “Two large,” Zach said, not looking at me at all. “One pepperoni. One cheese.” “I said no. They eat at home.” “And apple juice,” he went on. Issa stopped running. “I want the cheese one with basil. Not sad leaves. Good leaves.” Miles, wearing the kind of professional expression that probably had to be sworn into service every morning, nodded. “Noted.”

From the darkness, a voice whispered: "It’s time." --- The aroma of cheese and garlic filled the air as Shama entered Domino’s. Tara was already waving from a corner booth, her excitement practically vibrating off her. "There you are!" Tara beamed. "Okay, here’s my order: cheeseburger, paneer pizza, Coke, and dessert. All on you!" "You’re going to bankrupt me!" Shama groaned, sliding into the seat. Tara gave her a playful pout. "You said a ‘special treat,’ remember?"