Potongan Pizza Novels & Stories

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

A single pizza, simple yet irresistible, was placed before the judges. It was a Margherita pizza—crispy thin crust, rich tomato sauce, fresh basil, and cheese so perfectly melted that it stretched with every bite. Jean-Pierre scoffed. "Hah! Is this your best effort?" Mies shrugged. "Try it." The judges hesitated at first. But then they took a bite. And in that moment— The room fell silent. Jean-Pierre watched in horror as the most powerful nobles in the world devoured slice after slice, their faces twisted in expressions of pure bliss.

That is, after Maddie had laid several tortilla flats on a clean surface, that is the countertop, and spread a thin layer of pizza sauce over half of all the tortilla flats laid out. Andrew assisted in both preparing and adding toppings on top of the cheese Audrey had spread all over the sauce of each of the tortilla flats. For the toppings, they used pepperoni, sliced black olives, sliced green bell peppers, sliced mushrooms, diced onions, spinach, sliced jalapeños, sliced tomatoes, cooked and diced bacon and grilled chicken strips. Funny enough, little Andrew was more useful in the kitchen than Audrey, Maddie had so much fun teasing her friend about it…

Usually Lana leaves first, so this time I felt a little out of place in the silence of our apartment. I turned on the main lights then put the pizza box on the kitchen counter, without changing my clothes first I took a slice of pizza that was still hot and bit it slowly while standing beside the kitchen counter. I took off my heels alternately with my heels and put them in the corner of the kitchen before taking my second slice of pizza. Margherita sauce with chopped tomatoes and basil is my favorite, then added melted mozzarella cheese that covers the whole pizza. I sigh in satisfaction before picking up my third slice, but my gaze accidentally lands on a pile of letters next to my pizza b

Bob said. “Well, I heat the pizza because it’s extra delicious when it’s heated.” He sits on the carpet floor and opens a huge square box that shows eight slices of mixed flavors of pizza--cheesy pepperoni and veggie. The boys hop down on the floor and get one slice of pepperoni. I just sit and watch them gobble down a pizza slice bigger than a rat. “Hey Greg, don’t be shy!” Bob reaches his arms to the other side of the box and pats the space for me to sit down. “Or if you want to sit there it’s fine! My bad!” He then continues to gnaw at the pizza, almost finishing it.

A slight Italian accent could be heard from the man behind the counter, hand-making stone bread pizza with a large grin printed permanently onto his features. "Can we get two large cheese and tomato pizzas, one large ham and pineapple pizza and two large pizzas with all the meat you have?" The man nodded kindly to Josh's request and began the tiresome task of creating five new pizzas from scratch. I leaned forward slightly, pressing my chin onto Josh's chest and looking up at him beneath my eyelashes. "I hope the ham and pineapple was for someone else because that is a real dealbreaker." "And what if I said that it was for me?"

The savory flavors danced on her palate, providing a momentary escape from the troubles that had weighed on her. The pizza, adorned with vibrant toppings, awaited its turn. Veronica picked up a slice, appreciating the effort that went into preparing the meal. As she took a bite, the amalgamation of cheese, sauce, and fresh ingredients created a symphony of flavors. Each mouthful seemed to echo Bruno's unspoken concern.

Even though Hugo keeps on wiping some flour on Ben's face, we end up laughing about it since Ben gets back at him good. We started putting the tomato paste over the not so perfect circle dough that Hugo and Ben made. The four of us placed everything we wanted to put on our pizza. There were sliced ham, hot dog since Bethany wanted to include it, there was chunks of pineapples and the kids had sprinkled lots of cheese over it. "We should put some sour gummy worms dad!" Bethany blurted. "That won't taste well with pizza Beth." Ben answers her. She pouts.

Looking at the coupon it said: ---------------------------------- Peters Pan Pizza "Where everything is PAN-tastic!" 2 slices of Pizza + Fountain drink ONLY $5.99! Any Large 2-Topping ONLY $10.99! 2 Large 2 Topping ONLY $20.99 ---------------------------------- I put the coupon down, and looked at Dina. There wasn't any need for coupons. I'm a Billionaire that runs a multi-billion dollar company. I could buy "Peters Pan Pizza" If I wanted to. "Say at the top of your head what pizza you're craving." I said to Dina.

I slid the cardboard bakery box an inch closer toward the center of the stone ledge between us, positioning it exactly at the midpoint of our ridiculous three-foot boundary. “Rule number one.” I announced. “Friends share the emergency carbohydrates.” Romeo lowered his gaze toward the box. Inside sat a single slice of cold margherita pizza. The cheese had hardened into a texture that could probably survive atmospheric reentry. “It’s artisanal.” I explained solemnly. “In the sense that a very tired man named Paolo threw it at me with emotional resentment around four hours ago.” Romeo continued staring at the slice with suspicion. I could practically see the internal diagnostic process happenin