The New Topping Mga Nobela at Kwento

He smirked, grasping my chin with one of his large hands before claiming my lips with his own. “Aurora made one special for you and your brother.” Their Mom chimed in, leaning against the counter with what looked to be a soft grin on her face. “You did?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. His full lips turned up in one of his rare but genuine smiles. “Let’s see it.” I practically bounced over to the counter to show him what I had made. Their Mom helped with the toppings, as I wasn’t sure which ones they liked the most. Both of them seemed to favor completely different toppings. Half of the pizza was for Kade, and the other half for Alec.

The others didn't notice their interaction as they focused on thinking about what food they want. “I think pasta will be nice.” Sirene suggested. She raised her hand a little. “Pesto, please. And steak with extra gravy.” The worker nodded and noted it. “I'll have pesto as well and honey garlic chicken, 5 pieces. Please, add steak with extra gravy.” Soheila said. “I heard they added a new list last few months ago.” Luna said and sat properly. “It's popular lately, it's called pizza.” She continued. “Hawaiian pizza.”

The girls nodded. They took another small bite. “What’s the brown stuff?” Ophelia said. “Hot fudge,” Conri said. “And the orange stuff?” “Caramel.” “I really like the caramel,” Ophelia said. “Me too,” Arella said. “I like all of it,” Cassandra said. “Me too,” Thea said. She took a bite of her sundae. “I can’t believe this is what you guys smell and taste like,” she thought to the triplets. “Will I get more of this when we go to bed tonight?”

She nodded. Of all things, Chelsea chose mint leaves as toppings for her toast that already came with beef and other herbs. On top of that, she added that to her green tea as well. Weirdly, that stupid mints drew her attention. And more weirdly, I can’t help but stare, wondering if it was really that delicious. As she munched her toast delicately and didn’t seem to dislike it at all, I tilted my head. “That’s what you like?” I asked.

A soft voice in my head mumbled, reminding me after an eternity of femininity and a relationship I should be having with the opposite gender. ‘Double scoop with caramel and cashew toppings for you. Cranberry for you and plain vanilla with chocolate for me.’ Ishit jumps, and giggles like a teenager. A boyish grin plays on his handsome face when he nibbles slightly on his cone. He closes his eyes and cherishes them, pushing me into a daze.

Zariyah had already prepared Lumiere’s pizza and Shanoa had already turned the roulette wheel. It stopped at resse’s pieces. “Oh wow, now I’m excited,” Lystra said when she saw the roulette, Shanoa rotated it again for her second topping. “Oh, Reese’s pieces and pudding? Not bad.” Lystra said, still carrying the camera. “The toppings I chose are not ugly, you just focused on the sardines.” Zariyah said with a ‘duh’ looked on her face.

"Yes, food. I want to know everything about you, Emma. Even the little things. I want to prepare something for you tomorrow.” Emma hesitated, then smiled slightly. "I like pizza." Adriel's face lit up. "Pizza! My favorite too! What's your favorite topping?" Emma laughed, feeling a little more at ease. "Mushrooms." Adriel grinned. "Mine too! We are meant to be, Emma." “But wait, I hope you aren't pulling my legs? How do you expect me to make pizza tomorrow? Is there something else you would like to eat, I will prepare it for you.

“Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, cherry, peanut butter and jelly, Nutella, cookies and cream, java chip, coffee, and s’mores. You can either get large, medium, or small. And additional toppings are practically whatever you’d like.” “Oh,” the boy said brightly, faking a huge smile that made the girl next to him giggle. “I’d like a large Oreo milkshake, please.” Emmie kept her tight smile and gave him a nod, deciding just to go with it. The two Southsiders seemed surprised, but she directed her eyes at the girl now. “And for you?” “Large chocolate, please.” Emmie breathed quietly, a real smile appearing, and wrote it down. “And for food? Need some time to think?”

“Mom ordered it before she stopped taking her meds. She got it just a normal white cake with some normal decorations. It is rather big as well. Like four or five layers dad said but it had something to do with the tradition or something like that.” “okay.” She said. “Do you understand that because I don’t.” he said. “We have to freeze the top layer and have it on our first wedding anniversary.” She said with a smile. “Oh.” He said with a grin. “I think we can do that.” “Are you almost ready?’ Deanna asked. “Michelle will start soon.”

The tomatoes now glistened, a jewel-toned mosaic ready to be admired. While I was prepping the tomatoes, I sliced the baguette into thin pieces, each one a miniature stage for the vibrant topping. Toasting those was important—crispy, but not too dry. I didn’t want them to shatter at the first bite, but provide a satisfying crunch that would complement the softness of the tomatoes. As the slices toasted in the oven, a warm, yeasty aroma permeated the air, further fueling my anticipation.