The New Topping Novels & Stories

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.

I have to control myself, hold out on him and show him it’s not easy to get me back after abandoning me for three months. We make a quick stop at a pizza place—he’s already ordered, of course. It won’t be Michael if he doesn’t plan things in advance. He comes back juggling two boxes and a bag of snacks. “What did you get?” I ask him. “One has pineapple toppings, and the other is just plain beef and chicken.” “You like pineapple on pizza?” I ask, scrunching my face. “It’s the superior topping,” he says like it’s fact, turning on the ignition and we’re on the move again.

Hazel urged. I smiled, blowing out the candles as a round of claps and cheers filled the rooftop. I sliced the first piece, feeding it to Soren, then my friends, who playfully stuffed bites into my mouth in return. Grinning from ear to ear, I exhaled in relief—I had been nervous for nothing. Glasses clinked as expensive wine flowed freely, poured by the staff. The rooftop breeze was cool and calming, mixing with the sound of laughter. The night was alive, food being ordered, conversations blending into music.

“It shall henceforth be known as Helen’s toast.” “What was it before?” Bunny asked. “Avocado toast on wheat topped with pan seared cherry tomatoes and a poached egg with a side of lean bacon.” “Helen’s toast is much better.” Bunny laughed. “It is. We’re working on new menus and giving names to some of our more popular items. I like Helen’s toast.” With a smile and a wave to another table she excused herself. “See how awesome you are? They’re naming food after you.”

The bar was in the other corner of the room and it seemed like the bartenders stayed busy. Appetizers and dinner had been superb. Chef Alex and his staff had done a wonderful job. Selena made a mental note to thank them tomorrow. The round four tier wedding cake was made by Jay Fronc, one of the most popular French caterers in New York. Each tier was a different flavor; at the base was vanilla, the second tier was marble, the third tear was chocolate, and the top tier was vanilla. The base icing was white with small red icing roses and green icing as leaves around the edges of each tier. The topper on the cake was a burst of real red and white roses.

Added a medium onion rings and a six-piece nuggets to share, then finish it with two soft-serve cones. "Perfect meal for mummy and daddy." I cheesed so hard with how good the meal came out. I can't wait to have it in my mouth. With that I drove straight to the company, parking not too far from the front of the company. Sitting in from of the company made me so nervous, I haven't been here in a really long time. I didn't know how the people in there will react to me, especially after everyone knows about me being pregnant for Dominic.

"Please, please let it be good..." When she peeked at the screen, her breath caught. "I topped the state?" she whispered in disbelief. Tara’s laughter burst through the phone. "And you’re on the front page of the newspaper, miss topper!" "Wait, what?!" Shama blinked, stunned. "I can’t believe this. I really—" "Believe it, girl! Now, where’s my celebration?" Tara teased. "Domino’s in fifteen minutes," Shama declared. "My treat."

The Omega shoveled bite after bite into his mouth so fast Thaddeus had to slow him down. Aiden pauses when he spots the waffle toppings. The Omega's eyes light up at the chance to taste a warm, fluffy waffle. He wonders what each topping will taste like and has a hard time deciding which one to choose. The Omega's eyes twinkle as he begins piling his waffle sky high. Strawberries, blueberries, whipped cream, and sweet strawberry sauce drizzled on top had the Omega drooling. Aiden licked his lips as he eagerly cut into the waffle. His eyes twinkled as he bounced in his seat. The Alpha had to suppress a laugh. He thought the Omega looked adorable.