The New Topping Novels & Stories

Finally, he seemed to have gotten a resolution. "Affirm, doing it now. 4, provide security." The girl stopped what she was doing and raised her rifle back up to the north. Mountain grabbed what seemed to Joseph to be a grenade, tossed it in one of the holes that was once the armor's visor and moved on to the next. Tall guy grunted and did the same.

She knew him and his routine, this was one of them. “I gave her pudding, so no worries. I will go back down in no time before she realizes it.” He cockily replied to her. She could only shake her head and look at what he brought for her today. “Strawberry? But you don’t really like it. Did yours a marmalade one?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “No, we run out of other toppings.”

There’s powdered sugar on top like fresh snow. “These aren’t in the case,” she says, placing them gently on the counter in front of Theo. “They’re from my special menu.” Theo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Special like… secret?” She nods. “Very exclusive. Kiddie-tested, adult-approved.” “What kind are they?” She taps each one. “Blueberry lemon zest. Banana-chocolate chip. Strawberry shortcake.” “I want all of them,” he whispers. “Start with one, buddy,” I say, though I can’t help smiling.

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.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth and I looked up to thank the man. "Thank you." "Hm." I took that as my cue to leave. He stopped me before I could take a step. "I mean, you didn't get me a gift." I turned to face him and then his eyes settled on the Pizza. "You want the Pizza?" I asked in a small voice. How dare he rob me of my dinner? "Well, yes." He said crossing his arms. "What toppings did you get? I love the chicken topping." I wanted to kick myself. Fuck! I knew I should have gotten the Pepperoni Toppings!

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.

“Can you grab sauce and parmesan packets? Make sure you get a bunch; Mom’s stash is running low.” I laughed and grabbed the little packets of ‘Dino’s Secret Pizza Topping’ and parmesan. No one really knew the story behind the secret pizza topping. It was some sort of oil that, when drizzled on your pizza, made even the blandest of toppings seem incredible. Whether the place was named after the sauce, though, or whether the original owner had somehow commissioned someone into making personalized sauce packets for the restaurant, no one knew. As for the ingredients, that was a secret that would go to the grave. Even the workers had no idea what was in it.

“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.