The New Topping Novels & Stories

While it was getting ready, we walked over to the cold-stone section. “Oh my, so many flavors to choose from. What’s your favorite?” Precious asked, turning her gaze to me while I shrugged. “I don’t really have the time to come out here but I’ll go with the plain vanilla” she scrunched her nose and sighed. “As expected, Mr. Billionaire. Let’s add some life to your plainness, shall we? We’ll have one scoop of sweet vanilla and double chocolate in a love-it size cup, with uhm, waffles, gummy bears, sprinkles, and m&m toppings, please.” She ordered while I stared at her in surprise.

Kim teased, nodding at the bowl as she got off the stool, “I shouldn't eat this. It's so beautiful- but, gosh! I guess I have to give it a try.” They laughed as I tucked the phone away in my pocket, ignoring the reoccurring beeps from the device as I indulged myself in my meal. The creamy frosty base on the topping melted in my mouth like ice cream. I couldn't believe how exquisitely good it was. The room went silent as I closed my eyes to relish in the taste and when I opened them again, I jerked backward, almost falling out of the stool.

The topping is what caught my attention. The cakes are topped with blobs of cream, small light-pink meringues, baby pink and white macarons, fresh strawberries, white chocolate truffles, and fresh, delicate flowers. "Oh my, that is such a beautiful cake! Thank you!" I say, in awe of the cake that looks like an artwork. "Oh, sure babe! We wanted to make today special for you." Alexia winks at me. "Does anyone have a lighter?" Akham asks. "No, cause yall made me fucking quit smoking… but I bet if you Googled that question… you'll get a few matches… get it.. matches!" Ashton laughs at his own cheesy joke.

“Five?” “I didn’t know what toppings you wanted for your depression era,” she shrugged, abandoning the kitchen disaster and hopping over the back of the sofa to land next to me. “So I got pepperoni, cheese, veggie, meat lover’s, and one with pineapple just in case you’ve fully lost your mind.” A small, genuine smile tugged at my lips. It felt foreign, like a muscle I hadn’t used in years. “Thanks, Kat.” “Don’t thank me yet. I also bought three tubs of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of tequila that I am legally required to drink for you since you’re on the heavy-duty painkillers.”

“It doesn’t take very long and there’s plenty of options for toppings.” “I’m intrigued to try it,” Darien said and sipped his coffee. “I’ll be waiting patiently.” Zach got on with cooking and soon had two plates of French toast almost ready. He retrieved the syrup bottle and the fruit from the night before for the topping. It made sense to add fruit to make up for the unhealthy things in the recipe. Presentation was important as it was a simple dish and he had a billionaire to impress. He arranged everything artistically before presenting the better looking plate to Darien.

Meg replied. "What kind of topping?" "Pineapple and almonds," Meg answered and watched Jake's jaw drop in shock. "Pineapples and almonds? Are you from the moon? Do they even have that?" "Just ask. I'm sure they do," Meg tried to hold back a laugh. "I'm not fucking walking up there and asking for pineapple topping, nuh uh," Jake shook his head. "Then let's leave. I'll get back and fix something to eat,"Meg said and made move to stand up.

“Favorite toppings?” “Anything but anchovies. But…usually I’m not as crazy about the new toppings. You know, artichokes and couscous or whatever. Usually I like the old school stuff. Pepperoni, bacon…” He stopped. “But the new ones are fine too.” It was as if he’d just fallen into the same trap as Mark, suddenly remembering that he was on a date. Or maybe it was just typical Lucas, willing to go along.

“I know. That’s why I had to pre-complain. Set the stage.” She laughs again and reaches for a small box on the table. “Okay, help me decide. Cake topper or no cake topper?” I peer into the box. The topper is simple—black and gold, just Happy Birthday in cursive. Classy. Understated. Very Gio. “Topper,” I say immediately. “He’ll pretend he doesn’t care and then stare at it for five full minutes.” “Exactly what I thought.” She grins, pleased, and sets it aside.

He smiled and appreciated him, "Thank you for having me." They walked into the parlor and he called on Sheldon. "Yes, Boss," he walked out of the kitchen and answered him. "What do you have for dinner?" "Baked potatoes, Boss," he answered him. "It is all right. What of the toppings?" "I will serve with three toppings, sour cream, bacon, and a gateau dessert." "It's okay. I will be right back," he said and walked to his room. He was undressing himself to prepare for dinner when he remembered Stephanie and smiled broadly.

Happy with her looks and not bothering to tie any head tie around her head, Nana headed out -not before slipping into some comfortable loafers- and check on Khumais who's also soundly sleeping like her husband in the room before applying the incense burner and then she's in the kitchen, trying to toast sweet potatoes. Sixty minutes later, she's done toasting the sweet potatoes and is ready to do the toppings which she also found on internet. She saw four toppings but settled on two because those are the ones she has all the ingredients for, the rest will either not have cilantro or something like that. She settled on the ones with mashed avocado, sliced strawberries, chia seeds and bee polle