The Noise Pizza Tower Novels & Stories

I say but continue to look around. We find a local pizzeria, and we each order a large pizza. We eat a lot, and New York-style pizza is thin. As we sit down with our pizza, I notice a guy in a dark blue hoodie out of the corner of my eye. I saw him earlier as we were walking around. I mind-link Marcus. “At your 6 o’clock dark blue hoodie. I’ll create a distraction so you can turn and look.” Marcus nods. I stand up and go over to the counter to order another pizza. Honesty, Marcus and I can split this one, and we will be full. As I stand up hoodie guy is watching me. “Marcus, look now.” I mind-link him. He turns and looks.

Most likely Katie. When we get to the pizza place, it is crowded inside and loud as hell. We manage to find a booth right in the front beneath the front window that looks out over the town. The smell of garlic and simmering tomato sauce fills the air, making my mouth water with the delicious aromas. A guy a little older than us comes up to the table with a pad of paper in his hand and says, “Hey guys. What can I get ya to drink?”

“One Diet Coke for you…” Monique places the coke in front of me. “A milkshake for you, Tiwa.” Monique plants a cup of milkshake on the table in front of Tiwa. “Thank you,” Tiwa says, her attention focused on the Jenga tower that we’ve built. “And… an extra large box of pizza for all of us.” Monique drops the pizza on the table as she sits down. “Easy or you’re gonna make all our hard work topple to the ground,” I say, slowly slipping out a Jenga block and grinning.

I'm guessing to order pizza. "Alright I ordered 10 pizzas since the gang is coming over. 2 cheese, 2 pepperoni, 2 sausage, 2 supremes and 2 meat lovers. I also got 8 2 liters and 5 orders of breadsticks. I hope that's enough for everyone especially with our pregnant friends." He mumbles out as we all sit on the couch waiting for our friends. Around 4:30 someone knocks on the door. I go open the front door and there's most of our friends with bags of food in their arms. I see 3 big bags from Buffalo Wild Wings, 2 bags from Chipotle, 4 bags from Texas Roadhouse, 2 bags from Burger King and a grocery bag full of ice cream. "Damn guys that's a lot of food. We ordered 10 pizza's, 8 2 liters and 5

“Asahd.” We shook hands. “They’re on their honeymoon, Enzo,” his twin said. “Yeah, our last moments.” “Really?” Lorenzo asked surprised. “Well, firstly, congratulations.” “Thank you,” Saïda and I replied happily. “Secondly, I propose my brother and I make you visit the best pizza house, here,” he smiled. “True. They make the most delicious pizza. Oven baked and a pure Italian masterpiece.” “Facts. Plus, they do nachos and tacos as well,” Lorenzo added.

The voice spoke, it was raspy and enthralling. Ava felt the hair on her skin rise as goosebumps trailed her arms, her lower stomach tingling lightly. "Hello? " Came the voice again, this time sounding more impatient and slightly irritated. Ava snapped out of her daze, ignoring her pusssy pulsing. "I'd like to order a pizza, the address is- " As Ava called out her address she heard ruffling on the other side of the call, and then a loud bang. "Is everything okay? " She questioned, worried.

He let the radio play softly, some indie song neither of us were really paying attention to. When we reached the pizza joint, the familiar aroma of dough and tomato sauce wrapped around us like an old memory. Frank ordered for us without a second thought...our usual, a large pepperoni with extra cheese and two Cokes, then led us to a booth in the back where the noise from the arcade games wasn’t as loud. He slid into the booth across from me, rubbing his hands together like he was trying to warm them up. "Okay, the suspense is killing me," he said, trying to keep things light even though worry still lingered in his eyes. "If you don’t spill what’s wrong right now, I might just explode all ov

"Just so you know, this was on my mind the whole time I was in the Utopia States. But their take on it just doesn't compare to the real thing back home," Zion said with gravitas. Noelle's eyes crinkled. "Even the one I had in Collinview couldn't compare to this." He smiled. "It looks like we really do have similar tastes!" She fell silent. The pizzeria was hosting a lottery to celebrate its tenth anniversary. Neither Noelle nor Zion had been paying much attention to it. However, all of a sudden, they heard an announcement.

CHAPTER 30 MIRA The pizzeria was alive with the hum of conversation, the clatter of plates, and the warm smell of melted cheese and fresh dough. Mira sat in a corner booth, her dad across from her, his grin wide as he slid a slice of pepperoni pizza onto her plate. Miss Katy sat beside him, her laughter mixing with the jukebox’s soft rock tune as she recounted a story about burning her first attempt at homemade pizza. For a moment, Mira felt like she could breathe, the weight of the anonymous messages and the guy in the black hoodie fading under the glow of the neon signs.

Dominik The Tower is a fortress of glass and steel, standing eight hundred feet above the grime of the city. From my office on the top floor, New York looks like a circuit board. A grid of lights and energy that I usually control with a flip of a switch. I’m standing by the window, looking north toward Queens. The fire at the distribution hub has been extinguished for days, but I can still see the scar it left. "He’s here," Enzo says from the doorway.