The New Topping Novels & Stories

I’m hanging in there. A few seconds later, three dots danced on the screen. Grace: You can do this. 💪 Grace: What are you up to today? Me: Just finished at the station. You? Grace: I just came up with a new dessert. She added a picture. ⸻ My eyes softened instantly. A delicate plate of something golden and glossy, topped with white chocolate shavings and what looked like a drizzle of berry sauce. It was beautiful—like art that tasted good.

This time, when they bit in, Liam clapped dramatically. “Splendito!” he cried. Christian grinned. “Much better.” And then came the pièce de résistance: a new creation I’d been dreaming of—honeyed chai tiramisu with caramel swirls and white chocolate shards. Soft, bold, spiced. I named it “The Tokyo Melt.” When they tried it, Christian’s brows lifted in surprise, and Liam actually stood up and slow clapped. “I want to marry this dessert,” Liam declared. “Get in line,” I replied.

She said politely as he nodded and wrote her order down. "W-what toppings would you like?" He stuttered nervously as he stared at the floor. "Well, what do you suggest?" She asked trying to made him feel less anxious, but by the looked of it, he got even more nervous than he already was. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he wiped them with the back of his hand. "Um...I- um..." He tried to answer as Mason stared at him intently. "You know what, I'll just have some strawberries and cookies n' cream ice cream on top." Kelsey answered as the kid nodded.

The specific exhale of someone releasing something they had been holding for a very long time. "Good," she said. Then, after a pause: "The bakeries are good, if you want to know." "I want to know," I said. She told me. Sam had introduced a new morning menu item at the Financial District location that had become unexpectedly popular. The Cobble Hill lavender tart was outselling everything again. The East Village location had been reviewed in two publications since I'd been gone and both reviews had used the word specific, which Renee said with the satisfaction of someone who had understood all along why specific was the right word.

Sienna continues, placing the box on the table like a treasure chest, “the cake is officially chosen.” She opens the lid and reveals a printed photo taped inside. The cake is elegant, tall, with white frosting tinged with soft green vine patterns and clusters of tiny yellow and white flowers. Subtle. Romantic. Refined. “That is tasteful,” I say, impressed despite myself. “Oh it is better in person,” Sienna says, beaming. “We went to three different tastings and finally chose this one. And the topper is custom made. Look.” She taps the photo where the topper is shown. A man and a woman standing close, their bodies curved into one warm, tender embrace. It is detailed without being gaudy. Under

She’d added a million toppings to both, some of which I’d never tried before. “How do you always know what I’ll like?” I asked her, taking a mouthful off the crunchy, spicy, and sour concoction. I spilled half of it over the side, and Shelby promptly grabbed a napkin from her purse, cleaning off my hand. “Let’s say I just know you,” she said, winking at me. “Somehow it feels like I’ve known you forever, though it hasn’t been THAT long. And on the other hand, I feel this… anticipation to learn even more about you.”

I complimented him. He grinned shortly. “And I contemplated wearing it out, I always felt the color was weird, now it's going to be my favorite shirt,” he chuckled. “Cool. So I've got triple chocolate cupcakes, banana loaves fresh from the oven, and a new experiment-lemon thyme shortbread for you today.” He raised an eyebrow. “Lemon thyme? That sounds like something a poet would eat.” I laughed. “It’s surprisingly addictive, like your tips,” I said, winking at him.

She asked and it was her own turn to be shocked as he nodded. "Wait wait." "Yes, this is my favourite pizza topping and I thought I'd be doing too much if I had ordered extra pepperoni. My favourite combo is ice cream and pizza and that's why I rarely eat it." Andrea had a puzzled look on her face at his explanation. So Edward sat comfortably to explain further.

"You look cute when you are jealous and mad." I blush. "Really?" He grabs my hand and kisses it. "Yes, babe." Luckily for the rest of our dinner, another waitress served us so dinner was perfect. I couldn't wait for later, as I wanted to shock him since it was going to be my first time wearing a bikini. After dinner, we make our way to the beach, walking around with our hands holding onto each other. Zach suddenly turns to me. "Do you, Taylor Swift, want to be my date for graduation party?"

"I'm going to make a pizza for dinner. Any specific toppings that you want?" "Ham, mushroom, and peppers! And on one half put pineapples on it! Can you make the crust chessed stuffed?! And also can you make some hot wings with it?! And a pie!" Timothy ask. "You know," I began as I grab some ingredients and a large bowl, "You can try making food too."