The New Topping Novels & Stories

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.

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.

By lunch Eli had declared the kitchen table too formal for pizza, so the three of us ended up on the floor instead, box open between us, and Adrian let him pick every topping, even the ones that made no sense together, and ate his own slice covered in pineapple without a single complaint. "You hate pineapple," I said quietly, once Eli was distracted stacking crusts into a wobbling tower. "I've never hated anything less in my life," Adrian said, and reached over to squeeze my hand under the table, and for one quiet second I saw the whole weight of the coming week sitting behind his eyes, and then he let it go, deliberately, the way we'd both been practicing all week. Today wasn't for that. "T

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE CONSTANCE "It's a little bit salty," Edwin said. He was talking about the macaroni we were having for breakfast. I nodded in agreement. The food tasted a little salty. But, it was still okay. "They added a new spice," I told Edwin. "Can you taste it?" He shook his head slightly, and I smiled. Of course, not everyone would easily taste a new spice in a food. "Something like a dry medical spice," I said.

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.

he recited, looking down at her. But, she did not reply and just ignored him as he pissed her off a while ago at the breakfast. He arched his eyebrow because of the attitude she was showing towards him. "I see. You're still holding grudges. Fine," he mumbled, and put his hands across his chest and looked away, but did not leave his place. "I will not buy you pizza while you are reviewing. Because I heard there's a new Pizza Hut nearby and their bestseller is mozzarella flavor with thin crust. That must be delightful. Ice cream would be nice too while reviewing so, you can memorize everything. Then, spaghetti, chicken burger, and bucket of chicken," he announced, provoking her.

"I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!" Emma chuckled as she gently guided the girls. "You can’t have everything, Bella. But you can each pick two flavors, and we’ll get a small topping bar on the side, alright?" she said. The girls squealed again. Zoe chose Cotton Candy and Birthday Cake, pointing excitedly at the sprinkles and edible glitter, while Bella went for Rainbow Sherbet and S’mores Delight. The ice cream chef, a tall man with a neat apron and a cap covering his head, scooped each cone with carefulness, letting the girls watch the colors swirl together.

"Pardon?" "You've not added pineapple!" He exclaimed. I made a disgusted face. His eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't use pineapple as a pizza topping?" "Ew, no." "You need to try it, Chip. It's awesome." He said, taking out a pineapple from the fruit bowl. "Hey, what are you doing? Put that back." I furrowed my brows. "I am not adding pineapple to my pizza! And aren't you supposed to put the toppings after it's done?"

“ Me, too. So, why don't we go to the same place to eat lunch. My treat for the new personal assistant of the Tiger.” Edward insisted and everyone laughed happily. “ Okay.” They all agreed. As the elevator door opened, they happily get out and went together to Greenwich. “ What shall we order, guys?” Edward looked at them happily. “ Why don't we order two large pizza's that has 4 different toppings ? ” Tiffany suggested. “ That's right. Then, let's add some bundle fries and fried chicken. “ Hannah eagerly added. “ What else do you like to order, Miss Artates? “ Edward stared at Danielle with

Gordon stated without looking at her, his voice low. Chloe hadn't even finished the side she was working on. “It will have it, sir. I’m torching the final edge last, for maximum crunch.” He remained silent for a beat longer, then gave a brief, almost imperceptible nod and walked away. By midday, the final dessert was plated: a perfect, towering dome of yuzu meringue, lightly torched, seated on the golden elderflower tart, finished with the bright, subtle green of the olive oil crumb. It was delicate, aromatic, and a perfect twist on the classic Overton style; quite complex, yet refined.