Potongan Pizza Novels & Stories

I smile happily, making my way to check on the pizza and nod. “Yep, I needed a good run and haven’t shifted in months. I needed to let loose.” I respond. The smell of the pepperoni pizza spills out into the kitchen with the golden crust signalling it being cooked. Taking the pizza out of the oven, I rummage through a drawer for a pizza cutter coming out victorious. While I cut the pizza, Chris and Jack set the table. The sounds of footsteps on the stairs signal Tate joining us, and just as I put the pizza on the table with the Chinese food. I smile when Tate and I take the bench sitting across from Chris and Jack with Eeva at the end of the table.

We entered and were greeted by the warm smiles of the staff, who seemed surprisingly unfazed by our nocturnal pizza mission. As we perused the menu, my eyes lingered on the tantalizing descriptions of various pizza creations. I couldn't resist the allure of a classic margherita with its fragrant basil leaves and bubbling mozzarella. Liam opted for a hearty meat lover's pizza, a satisfying choice for his voracious appetite. We settled into a cozy booth, our tired bodies sinking into the plush cushions. The pizza arrived promptly, and as we indulged in our delicious slices, a contented sigh escaped my lips. The flavors danced on my taste buds, a comforting and satisfying treat after a long and

“Exactly. Word for word.” “What about the temperature?” “I chose the highest. For efficiency.” Dante bowed his head. Lips moving through some internal calculation—or simply holding back a grin. Without another word, he picked up a dish towel, lifted the pan, and disposed of it in one supremely efficient motion. He turned. His hand found her chin—a touch more like a question than a claim—and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Pizza,” he said. “Two blocks from here. They deliver.” “I just ended the life of a chicken and have absolutely nothing to show for it.”

As he started gathering the ingredients, Liam couldn't help but ask, "But dad, what topping do you want on your pizza?" Brandon smiled and replied, "I'm thinking of a classic Margherita with fresh basil and mozzarella." Liam nodded eagerly, already imagining the delicious combination of flavors. "Can I have some too?" he asked. Brandon chuckled again to share. "Of course, Liam!"

I says punching his arms lightly. I kiss his forehead and let him go back to Wren. I walk down just as Mason finishes with the explanation. "Who's hungry?" I ask to hear everybody say 'me'. I laugh and grab my phone. "Can I get twenty large pizzas please. 6 Hawaiian, 4 Pepperoni, 5Veg with extra avo and 5 extra cheese. I also want cheese sticks on the side please." I say. "Pick up. Thank you, bye." I say politely and hang up.

It was excellent. She watched as Firash demolished one pizza and started on a second. The kitchen brought out two at a time and once the first was gone, a second took its place. The pizza the girls had dug into quickly disappeared and another took its place as well. Ellie was on her third piece and she had to stop, she couldn't fit any more dough in her body, despite wanting to.

Ash watched as Adom went over and answered the door and after a bit of an exchange with the pizza guy, of course that little flirt was working his magic for a discount, and after his attempt Adom came and placed it on the table. They both decided to just use napkins to eat with their pizza, no need to use plates. "So that pizza guy was cute, I seen you flirting a bit with him." Ash smiled a little at that. "Well you know me, gotta have the discount." He smirked a bit, good thing the man is gorgeous and can charm his way to discounts. He's just lucky he has good genes. "Adom, you never seize to amaze me when it comes to paying for things." He chuckled a little.

It felt human, grounded, a little chaotic, everything my life usually wasn’t. “This looks fun,” she said as we walked in. “I don’t want to eat junk, but… fun might win.” I chuckled, leading her to the pizza counter. We decided to share one pizza. On my half, I built my usual pepperoni lineup, stacking ingredients with precision. On her half, she crafted a chicken-based masterpiece with minimal cheese, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration. She looked almost childlike in that moment, disarmed and genuine. When we were done, the staff slid the pizza into the massive oven, the flames licking the crust with a soft glow.

This is the least I can do. They ordered a combo pizza they could share. After the food came out, Damien watched as Allison took out all the olives, onions, and bell peppers, leaving only the pepperoni and sausage on her pizza. “You should’ve just ordered a pepperoni and sausage pizza. Why do you always just go along with whatever people say?” Damien asked, recalling this annoying characteristic about Allison.

Pepperoni flavour is my favourite, and I guess Mum told her about that earlier. “Just a bite,” She urged. I hesitated a bit, but I finally decided to grab just a bite. It was so good that I couldn't resist it. I quickly grabbed another slice and ate it in seconds. In less than two minutes, I had already finished the whole pizza, and Lily barely ate a quarter of the pizza. “I am sorry. I guess I was too hungry,” I said with a soft smile. “It's alright, darling. Eat up,” She replied.