Pizza Tmnt Novels & Stories

While George sits on the recliner beside it and extends his leg on the couch, relaxing over it with his farmhouse pizza box over his stomach. Passing an awkward yet friendly smile in Shawn's direction, Emma eagerly seized her pizza box adorned with tantalising toppings—chicken sausages, tomatoes, jalapenos, and a generous double layer of cheese. Meanwhile, Shawn's pizza showcased a medley of cottage cheese, salsa sauce, bell peppers, onions, and tomatoes. The delectable aroma made Emma momentarily contemplate swiping a slice from Shawn's box, but she shook off the idea and fixed her gaze on the screen as the movie kicked off.

I let out a sigh and said, "Fine! Then I want Roasted mushroom pizza, meatballs al forno, ravioli, braised short rib, dipping oil for the rib and a tiramisu." "There's wine on the menu. Don't you want it?" "Don't tempt me, Mr Martinez. Otherwise, you'll be the one who has to drag me around if I get drunk." After the food arrived, "Delicious food and incredible atmosphere. I love this place! We should come here often. It feels like a vacation place from a busy schedule." And continued eating my ravioli. He gave a nod and continued eating his food. After a while, Mr Martinez stopped the car in front of a mountain with a nameboard Sunny Brae forest.

Zander asked without looking up from his phone. “Ham and pineapple,” I said, just to see what he would do. “We’re getting separate pizzas,” he muttered. “It was a joke; I like Supreme or the works,” I said, hoping he hadn’t ordered my mom’s favorite and my least. He sighed. “Are you going to give me a smartass answer about the crust too?” “I don’t really care about the crust as long as it’s cooked,” I told him. He rolled his eyes and then poked in the options on his phone.

Seeing them laugh made it all worth it. “This table! This one!” my son shouted. “Yes, let’s sit here,” I said, sliding into the booth. A young waiter walked over, holding a small notepad and smiling kindly. “Hi there! Welcome to Tom’s. What can I get for you all tonight?” The kids looked at each other and then at me. “Go ahead,” I said, nodding. “We want four pepperoni pizzas!” my son said proudly. “And can we have chocolate ice cream too?” my youngest daughter added, already licking her lips.

I told him I understood, and would do what I could do to convince her to come with us. After finding very little as far as left overs in the fridge, I suggested we order pizza. There was a great pizzeria in the pack, and I could have it delivered pretty quickly. I had a menu in my office, so we made our way there to order. She stared at the menu for Powder Hound Pizza with full concentration. When she told me what she wanted, I decided to have the same. “I’ll have the jalapeno cheese sticks, a greek salad, and a large Pesto pizza with extra goat cheese. Maybe 12 buffalo wings with the red devil hot sauce,” she said. I loved that she had a healthy appetite, and liked things spicy.

I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Reaching into my glove compartment, I pulled out a crumpled flyer for Tony’s Pizza and called in a quick order for a large pepperoni with extra cheese. Ten minutes later, a teenager on a scooter rolled up beside my car and handed me the box through the window. I tipped him, and the smell of garlic, grease, and crust filled the air inside like a cheap blessing. As I took my first bite, savoring the molten cheese on my tongue, my phone buzzed again.

I answered. He laughed and I looked at the man with him who was silent. Damian whispered something there but I didn't hear what it was. Silent boy just shook his head and looked up at me to speak. "Two slices of pepperoni pizza, chicken tenders and fries, two cheese burgers, and one vegetable salad," he told me. I nodded while listing their orders. I looked at them because they might add something to the order. "How about drinks, Sir?" I asked. "Oh! Two mango shakes," he added.

“Oh my god! This is embarrassing, but last night I dreamt about pizza because I wanted it so badly. Isn’t that sad?” “Yeah…” Singto was trying to focus on anything other than the numbers he kept seeing floating next to each of the food items, but it wasn’t going so well. “Singto… are you okay?” “Of course, I am… why wouldn’t I be?” He said this as he made himself a place with two pieces of pizza and a handful of fries. Even if he knows that this won’t stay in him for long, he will act the part for as long as he must.

The smell of fresh pizza seeped through under the crack of the door. I walked out to see 4 boxes of large pizza. Two pepperoni, one pineapple, and one cheese. "Ew who eats pineapple pizza?" I ask as I walked up to the island. I grabbed a slice of my cheese pizza and took a bite. "Hey don't hate on my pineapple pizza," Brody said taking a slice of it. I roll my eyes and laughed. "Did you know Tala was gonna calm me mom?" I ask Titus. He nods. "Charlotte told me" he said. I nod and eat the rest of my pizza.

I hissed. "I'll call you later." I casually uttered. "Uhm," He responded with half a laugh. I hung up the call. Thorn was making his way to our table. I know that he was concerned or better to say have pity on me. He put down the try that contains our food. He knitted his jeans before sitting on the chair in a vacant chair in front of me. I could see he had his silent prayer before he bit the pizza. I could not help, but smile. I also had my silent prayer before devouring a slice of pepperoni pizza. Back then, I was just eating the basic pizza, I mean you can never go wrong with a classic. It was usually had some combination of different ingredients, the olive oils, olives, tomato, mozzarell