Spider Man Delivering Pizza Novels & Stories

And now, I'm going to see them holding a real fucking gun? "P—Pizza delivery for Little B—Boss?" Even if I have second thoughts on calling their attention because they might just shoot me dead here, I speak up. "Finally!" Says a huge man from afar and walks towards me to grab the boxes. "Boss ordered a dozen pizzas. Where are the rest?" I was afraid of how big and deep his voice was. "Uhm, the other half is just outside. I can't carry them all in one grip, Sir, sorry."

There was a large octagonal-shaped box in his hands emblazoned with the words 'pizza'. "Pizza delivery!" the man said with a light tone. "I'm sorry," began Werner, "you must have gotten the wrong location. I didn't order any pizza." "Are you sure?" "Y-yeah..." Werner responded hesitantly, starting to suspect that maybe he did indeed order a pizza, considering the crazy night he had just had albeit the alcohol in his system had not cleared up yet. "You are James Werner, right?" the delivery guy pressed. "Nope...you've got this all wrong."

He was vibrating with the kind of pure, high-voltage joy that only a five-year-old with a sugar rush can achieve. "Slow down, Spider-Man," Tyler laughed. It was a low, easy sound, the kind he only made when it was just us. He grabbed a napkin and reached across the table to scrub a blue smudge off Leo’s face. "The ice cream isn't going anywhere. It doesn't have legs."

She walked to the door, took a breath, and opened it. The delivery guy standing there was taller than she expected — easily 6’2”, with broad shoulders and muscular arms covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his tight black t-shirt. The shirt hugged his chest and abs, showing off a strong, athletic build. His name tag read “Marcus.” He had dark eyes, a sharp jawline with light stubble, and a confident, easy smirk as he looked at her. “Large pepperoni for Emma?” he asked, his deep voice smooth and warm. He held the pizza box in one hand, the other holding the receipt.

Morris, a pizza delivery man, finds himself in a heated encounter with Allison, a single mother who ordered a pizza. After a long night of work and a stressful argument with a customer, Morris is invited in for tea. ******************************* Morris stood in the dimly lit kitchen, his pizza delivery uniform slightly disheveled from the long night’s work. The stress of the job, compounded by a particularly grueling sleeper-hold-style argument with a customer, had left him drained. But when Allison, the single mother who’d ordered the pizza, invited him in for a cup of tea, he couldn’t refuse.

We all sat down together on the sofa, having a fun time playing games. *** 20 MINUTES LATER § STEVE § “That’ll be 25 quid, mate,” said the delivery man, as I took the pizza box out of his hands at the doorway. I handed him his cash quickly. “Thanks donny, enjoy your food!” he said, as he took the cash. “Will do, big man,” I replied, making my way back inside. When I made my way back to the living room, my phone started ringing. Louis tried looking over at my phone but I wouldn’t let him.

The deliveryman rubbed his wrists before slowly picking up his machete. "The two of you… You know each other?" I mumbled while staring at them in disbelief. I could feel blood flowing from the wound on the back of my head to my cheeks. Just as the deliveryman was about to plunge the machete into my chest, William and Leon suddenly burst out of the apartment. Leon gripped a steel pipe and smashed it against the deliveryman's back. The deliveryman hissed in pain and whipped around to deal with him. As Leon kept him distracted, he yelled, "Run, Zack!"

Sometimes I gave them a little wave just to fuck with them. The last two I had actually ordered pizzas, while they sat outside my place like the paparazzi stalking a little starlet. According to the delivery guy, they almost shit themselves, and after questioning him extensively, until they were satisfied he was really just a pizza delivery guy and not a criminal mastermind, they'd let him go; they'd kept the pizzas.

His hands moved fast, eyes shining like he was building a fortress to save the world from mutant invaders. “Then Papi gave me a mission to protect the cats! So Marble’s the gate guard. Pepper’s the shadow soldier. Spaghetti’s the bomb guy. But Spaghetti ate the cable. So Papi fired him!” Erick tried hard not to laugh. “Fired him?” Ash nodded hard. “He ATE THE CABLE!” I slid the pastry tray onto the cooling rack and wiped my hands on my pants. “We’re gonna need employment contracts for these cats if this keeps up,” I muttered to the oven.

They are huge, perfect and so beautiful. “I have a delivery for Mariah Smith.” The man behind the bouquet says. “That’s me.” He reaches over the roses. “Who are they from?” “There is no card and no name.” He says before he says goodbye. I look after him as he leaves down the stairs. The pizza man meets him halfway down and when he sees me with the massive bouquet his eyes widen. “Those are some really nice flowers.” He grins at me and I smile back. “Yeah. But what I’m really waiting for is that tasty pizza in your hand.” He laughs and raises the pizza as if it’s a gift from above.