Tmnt Pizza Novels & Stories

"Hello guys." "Hello boss, we have a request?" "That is?" "Pizza!" They screamed. "Okay." He gave a chuckle. "Flavours?" "Pepperoni, margarita and chicken beef combo." "Alright." He replied before the line went dead. “He said okay.” They had million-dollar smiles on their faces.

On the corner of 448 Hill St, right in front of the Downtown, Alan waited for Samanta. He looked at his watch and saw it was 7:53 pm. His date would be there any minute. He told her they would be having dinner at the spot they shared so many times before. The Hill Street Pizza. Where Samanta had the pleasure of devouring all sorts of pizza. Her favorite, the Burrata Pizza. He smiled melancholically remembering that time, when they had just started dating and he loved taking her to dinner here. But in reality, his plan, that night, was another.

Mark & Mitch- 2 large pizzas( 1 meat lovers & 1 supreme), 2 30-packs of pepsi Wren- BBQ wings, large onion ring, Bacon cheeseburger Wes & Rachel- hibachi shrimp and steak, cheesecake and a 2 liter of cherry coke Tyson- Lg Cheesesteak sub, onion rings, hush puppies, 2 liter of Coke Tristan- Lg reeses shake, mozzarella sticks, mushroom swiss burger Ashton & Carmen- 2 new york strip steaks with fries, a gallon of sweet tea and crab dip "God damn that's a lot of food!" I hear Wes say. "No shit sherlock." Wren sasses back "You two shut the fuck up now." I hear Rachel snap out

Zander asked without looking up from his phone. “Ham and pineapple,” I said, just to see what he would do. “We’re getting separate pizzas,” he muttered. “It was a joke; I like Supreme or the works,” I said, hoping he hadn’t ordered my mom’s favorite and my least. He sighed. “Are you going to give me a smartass answer about the crust too?” “I don’t really care about the crust as long as it’s cooked,” I told him. He rolled his eyes and then poked in the options on his phone.

I told him I understood, and would do what I could do to convince her to come with us. After finding very little as far as left overs in the fridge, I suggested we order pizza. There was a great pizzeria in the pack, and I could have it delivered pretty quickly. I had a menu in my office, so we made our way there to order. She stared at the menu for Powder Hound Pizza with full concentration. When she told me what she wanted, I decided to have the same. “I’ll have the jalapeno cheese sticks, a greek salad, and a large Pesto pizza with extra goat cheese. Maybe 12 buffalo wings with the red devil hot sauce,” she said. I loved that she had a healthy appetite, and liked things spicy.

The owners are pack members, who joined from Italy, this is real food. “Another stupid American asks why the Alfredo is not ‘creamy’” Mamá says as she brings us menus. “Restaurants here ruin good food.” “Can I get my pizza please,” Zach asks her with a little pout. “My best friend is teasing me about my sister.” “Oh, little Alpha,” Mamá pulls his head to her chest in a motherly squeeze. “Is the Beta being mean to my Alpha?” “Yes, Mamá,” Zach plays it up.

“Oh, June, it was amazing. And we went back to his place after and-” Zach started to say “La, la, la” loudly and Terri giggled. “You know what I mean, June” She winked. After a few laughs and funny stories, Zach sang out to us to go get our slices of pizza. As we ate, Terri spoke up again. “This kinda tastes like Domino’s.” I took a bite and pondered on it. “You know what, you’re right. What if they use frozen pizzas bought from Wal-Mart?!”

Pari's pov(continuation.) "So what next?" I ask Xavier. "We have had deep fries, chicken wings, pepperoni, chicken, and mushroom pizza, turkey leg, bacoons.... " "Mother earth."Xavier snorts. I scowl at him then my eyes caught a very attractive cart. "Cotton candy!!" I sequel. "Cotton what...... " I didn't wait for him to finish before dragging him to the cart, we manage to swim through the river of people to the front.

I told him and fished my phone out of my right pocket. I walked into the kitchen to grab two water bottles while dialing up the pizza place. I called up Andiamo pizza place and ordered two large pizzas with meatballs, tomato sauce, mozzarella, ricotta cheese, peperoncini, parmesan and basil. It was Jake’s favorite. The first time we visited this place, Jake called dibs on the cheesiest pizza and they did get us the cheesiest one. Since then, Jake, Alex and I ordered this pizza every time we were out for lunch or simply getting take-outs.

This is the least I can do. They ordered a combo pizza they could share. After the food came out, Damien watched as Allison took out all the olives, onions, and bell peppers, leaving only the pepperoni and sausage on her pizza. “You should’ve just ordered a pepperoni and sausage pizza. Why do you always just go along with whatever people say?” Damien asked, recalling this annoying characteristic about Allison.