Pizza Segitiga Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but just stare at the wonders that were going on in the place I was about to move forward when I heard Kira's voice from behind me "Hey miss, wanna move out of the way?" She said I looked back to see why she wanted me to move, and my eyes were blessed with a circular-shaped Italian dish made with a thin flatbread crust topped with tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese, which melts beautifully and deliciously over the pepperoni topping. "Did you make this Kira?" I asked still staring at the pizza "Wanna have some?" "Yes please," I said immediately "Here have some," she said as she pointed to the tray of pizza in front of me I was about to take a slice when she spanked the back of

His gaze was fixed on the pizza. "What is that?" He asked. His voice was weak. "Is it the scent I have been hearing inside my house?" "This is what I call pizza." I explained. "It is a dish from where I come from. It is warm. It is filling." "You can join us." I urged him. He looked at Alaric. He wanted to join us. He feared what Alaric would do. His stomach rumbled. "Come join us." I urged him again. I sliced the pizza into six parts using Thomas’ dagger.

She nodded and slowed down a little. The mini pizza was about the size of Sigrid's hand, made specially for customers to try out different flavors in one go. Despite its size, it was still chock-full of ingredients. Sigrid really liked the fruit pizza as she could taste different fruits with each bite. You could be eating pineapples now, and then mangoes with the next bite. It kept her guessing. As she finished off her pizzas, her burger set had also been served. Sigrid chose two pieces of bread and a fried chicken patty, added some vegetables, then wrapped it up and started eating.

The sofas were huge, so we didn’t even have to sit very close, and yet sitting beside Alexei would have been too much. Viktor finally released my hand and grabbed a beer from the selection on the table. I regarded the five extra-large pizzas. It was pretty clear which one was mine because it had no single meat. Steps thundered down the stairs, and a moment later Tristan appeared in the living room and without a greeting, he grabbed a piece of pizza, dropped down beside Sergei, and began eating. Alexei shook his head but reached for a piece as well. They all shared pizzas, of course none of them touched mine.

“Help yourselves.” Leesa dug into the salad, filling her plate, then passed the bowl to Cali, who took enough to be polite. Caitlin took about the same, while Stacie took almost as much as Leesa. “Pizza's on,” Aunt Janet said, carrying a rectangular wooden cutting board covered with a steaming pizza into the dining room. The aroma of spicy tomato sauce preceded her. “It's Hawaiian style, Leesa's favorite. I hope you girls don't mind ham and pineapple on your pizza.”

Teguh explained. "Of course, because he's broke and hasn’t received his salary. He must be heading to the ‘warseg’ next door." Cecep pointed east. *Warseg = a small shop that sells rice and side dishes. "Warseg? Warung Sega?" Tukijo frowned. *Sega = Rice "Yes. Haha." "Your brain's working well, Cep," Sugeng added. "Let’s go get him!" Tukijo didn’t waste any time and immediately headed to the place. Before that, he asked Marno to buy half a kilo of bird's eye chilies.

he recited, looking down at her. But, she did not reply and just ignored him as he pissed her off a while ago at the breakfast. He arched his eyebrow because of the attitude she was showing towards him. "I see. You're still holding grudges. Fine," he mumbled, and put his hands across his chest and looked away, but did not leave his place. "I will not buy you pizza while you are reviewing. Because I heard there's a new Pizza Hut nearby and their bestseller is mozzarella flavor with thin crust. That must be delightful. Ice cream would be nice too while reviewing so, you can memorize everything. Then, spaghetti, chicken burger, and bucket of chicken," he announced, provoking her.

Maybe some milk tea would be good for the experimental child. After a very messy thirty minutes, eight toast pizza slices were loaded into the oven. Darren’s pizzas looked like they would taste great. Oliver’s pizza slices were a little messy but impressive for a three-year-old chef. Ludwig insisted that he wanted a tower pizza, so the experimental cook stacked them together. Emily had to find toothpicks to hold them together so the ingredients wouldn’t fall out while baking. Emily’s pizza was a little less glamorous, and the children swore they wouldn’t attempt to steal her food because of all the yucky olives, onions and capsicums sitting on it. The smell was terrible!

Six’s POV "Are you sure this is what you meant to order for breakfast?" Amadeo asked as he joined me at the dining room table. I tilted my head. "What? You don't like it?" "It's...pizza. You know this is pizza, right? And not even good Italian pizza, it's Americanized crap." I flipped him off. "Fuck you! Nothing wrong with good old US of A pizza!" I snagged a slice and bit into it. Pepperoni, mushrooms, bacon, and pineapple was my favorite combination. I devoured an entire slice before I grabbed another and only stopped when I realized Amadeo was staring at me, grimacing. "What?"

“Was expecting a little more fight there.” “Sorry?” Trent says, the jacket bunched in his hands. “No need to apologize.” Big Jim smirks at Carrie. “Trent, you’re going to go downstairs. Have yourself a pizza. I recommend the new one we’re serving, with the fried calamari and the extra cheese. What do we call that?” “The Gut Bomb,” Carrie says.