The New Topping Novels & Stories

The tanginess hit me first then the meat and cheese. “Do you like it?” I chewed and nodded. “It’s good. What is it?” “Pepperoni.” He grinned. “You can’t go wrong, but have what you like.” I chewed through the rest of the slice and eyed the still bubbling drink. He chuckled. “It’s just dry ice,” he said. “It’s not a real potion or anything like that.” He picked up his spoon and skimmed a bit off the top before putting it in his mouth and hummed.

“It’s so tasty.” “That’s not a good idea.” I eyed the sprinkles that topped off the half-melted vanilla sundae – less of the chocolate, more of the cannabis variety.

I ask with tears in my eyes. “I did. The guys helped, but yes, it’s for you,” he says. I turn back around to take in every single detail and commit it to memory. The rooftop has been transformed into a magical escape from reality. There are twinkle lights strung all over the place. There’s a giant white screen by the outdoor furniture for watching movies. There’s a pizza buffet and a coffee bar. Their townhouse is in the perfect neighborhood, on top of a hill, just outside of town. There are other houses, but they each have their own giant lot. If I threw a rock, I don't think I could hit another house.

Zuko suddenly lifted his eyes to look at him. At that moment, Lina walked over with a bag of snacks. "You guys are really here!" Her smile was bright and sweet under the sun, and the dimples on her cheeks were extra cute. "Toph, Renee, our supermarket is right there! These are the new snacks. Try them!" Toph quickly responded and took the snacks, smiling at Zuko. "Bro, isn't it your 'working hour' now? Nobody is watching the store while the two of you are out!"

“Hell yeah we should. Chinese or pizza? You name it, I’m starving. And no judging me when we start adding twenty toppings.“ Leila smirks—already tapping aggressively on her phone screen as she scrolls through the options. She shoots me a quick glance. “Oh god, I can already tell you’re judging me.“ She flips the phone around to show an absurd amount of toppings in their cart. “Don’t even say it.“ I raise my hands as up as a sign or surrendering. “Oh oh,Mouth shut.” “You suck, you know that? You're supposed to complain and say all those toppings are way too much.“

I called out but she was already gone, humming to herself as she left. I took a slice of and it was everything Marco had promised and more. The crust was perfectly crispy, the sauce rich and flavorful, and the cheese melted to perfection. But what made it truly special were the festive toppings, slices of roasted red peppers and green spinach arranged in the shape of a Christmas tree, with dollops of ricotta cheese as "snow." "This is so amazing," I groaned between bites, savoring the delicious flavors. "It's like a little piece of Christmas on a plate."

“Was expecting a little more fight there.” “Sorry?” Trent says, the jacket bunched in his hands. “No need to apologize.” Big Jim smirks at Carrie. “Trent, you’re going to go downstairs. Have yourself a pizza. I recommend the new one we’re serving, with the fried calamari and the extra cheese. What do we call that?” “The Gut Bomb,” Carrie says.

"Tell me fast" She took out homemade pizza dough "So this is homemade dough, and we can add weird topings. " "Weird topings?" "Yes like pineapples . " "Pineapples? yuck. " "Don't yuck. You can try even weirder toppings if you want. And you know we can try new braids and see I have also brought Korean face masks. And I have brought a lot of CDs . A few movies that we like and a few scary stories . "

I was drying the wet plates when the kids came back to the kitchen. “Done with cleaning up?” I asked the twins, who were arranging their favourite toppings on their pizza that hadn't gone into the oven yet. Aiden nodded. “Yes.” I affectionately rubbed their heads and shook my head at Avery's arrangement. She had chosen cheese, potato chips, mini pretzels and some gummy bears as her topping for the night, and she was arranging it into a face on the pizza. Her brother was the complete opposite. He had chosen cheese, pickles, banana and strawberry for his own choice of topping. Healthier but still weird in my opinion.

They were excited for it already. When they got back to Tony's place, he told Dillon about some shot he found on YouTube that was supposed to taste like Cinnamon Toast Crunch-milk. It was two ounces Fireball, two ounces Rumchata, and two ounces cream soda. He split the mix in two and topped each with whipped cream and ground cinnamon. It was already ten minutes past midnight when they got in, but they didn't care that they missed the New Year or the Ball Drop. No, they had their own New Year. That New Year's was also the one where he had one of the best shots he'd ever had and that tasted like cereal milk. He'd had lots of different shots at his Uncle Tom's on Christmas. It was fun to get bu