Tmnt Pizza Novels & Stories

Letta said, making Marco look at her with raised eyebrows. "Are you going to finish it yourself?" Marco asked again, making Letta shake her head. "Of course not. We'll finish it together, and don't forget to tell the waiter to put a lot of pineapple toppings," Letta said, making Marco widen his eyes. "Pineapple toppings?" Marco confirmed, making Letta nod her head. "Why? Does it sound strange?" Letta asked, making Marco nod. "Yes, I just found out that pizza can be topped with pineapple. Isn't it usually with sausage, cheese, broccoli, mushrooms?" Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

Aunty Ely said filled with enthusiasm as she stood up to greet us. She hugged and kissed mom and Clea while I recieved a "Hello" and a quick hug. I bowed to show respect to Uncle Arnold. I sat next to Clea. I placed the napkin they provided on my lap. They started serving the foods. My eyes widened in fractions and my jaws were slightly dropped the moment I saw what they were serving. Louis XIII Pizza. Lobster Frittata. Bluefin Tuna. Cranberry-Blue Cheese Balls. And some dishes I couldn't even name. Quel's eyes met mine. He winked and pointed at the White Truffles. He winked at me. My f*cking favorite.

she muttered as she pulled him inside the restaurant. Twenty minutes later, a large deep-dish pizza topped with pepperoni, onions, peppers, and mushrooms was delivered to their window-front table. Hunter placed a slice on a plate and handed it to Poppy before he got one for himself. He watched as she cut off the tip of the triangle with a knife and fork, speared it, and popped it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and groaned. Hunter suppressed a grin, thinking privately that she'd made the same sound less than an hour earlier, only they'd both been naked at the time.

TRISTAN No fucking way! I could only gape in shock as my brain processed what my eyes were looking at. Because standing behind the smudged glass of this local pizzeria was Hunter Beaumont. The ridiculously bright yellow pizza hat sitting on his head and the matching polo shirt made it painfully obvious what he was doing. Hunter Beaumont, the most arrogant asshole in this world, was a pizza server at a shitty dive? Shocked but amused, laughter tickled the back of my throat as I sat on Carter's bike, watching him clear sticky tables and hand out cheap paper plates.

I was going to say you could start by charming her with pizza, but not like that,” Granny says. She sniffs the air. “You got anything normal in that stack?” “There’s a pepperoni with mushroom and spinach, a cheese with extra pineapple, a meat lovers with extra bacon, extra cheese, and extra meat, a buffalo chicken with broccoli, mushrooms, and alfredo sauce, and one taco with extra sour cream and lettuce,” Binksky rattles off. He’s basically a human hard drive. I’d say encyclopedia, but I’m not sure people know what those are anymore.

I shook my head. “Yes I can,” I said, “because I’m taking you for pizza instead!” It didn’t take any further convincing to get Tyler to the pizza shop just outside campus. He already looked a little more alive as we sat and looked at the menu. “I think you can tell a lot about a person from what pizza they get,” he said. “What’s your favorite?” “You’re not going to like it,” I said. “Try me.” “Hawaiian style. Pineapple and Canadian bacon, and then I ask them to throw some mushrooms and a little ricotta on top.”

Before I can tell him no, Vance is says; "Yes, we'll take an order of six breadsticks with dipping sauce, please." "I'll place the order of breadsticks and when those are done, I will bring those out and your drinks," Ryan says with a bright smile at us before walking away. "What kind of pizza do we want?" Vance asks while scanning the menu in front of him. "Pepperoni, uncle Van!" Tyler cheers looking up from his placemat; that he's coloring with a hopeful smile. "Sure Ty, Liam what kind would you like?" he asks looking up at me. "Um, pepperoni and pineapple on half?" I asked embarrassed; I know my preference most people don't like that combination.

Aunt Janet made delicious homemade pizza, but Leesa had insisted she did not want anyone going to extra trouble tonight and had asked to have pizza delivered from Giovanni’s instead, her favorite pizza place. Judy placed a Hawaiian style pizza in the center of the table, directly in front of Leesa. Leesa licked her lips. Giovanni’s always used plenty of pineapple and ham on their pizza. Aunt Janet placed the other pie—this one topped with the works—farther down the table. “Dig in,” Judy said. Everyone grabbed a slice and began to eat. Max stayed in the corner of the room, happily gnawing on a big steak bone Janet had picked up at the butcher shop on the way here.

I am looking at her shockingly. “I don’t have cash. I wonder if it will cost more than $100.” I take my phone to call Jack. “Let me tell you the amount, Chicken and rice platter: $7 per platter Specialty coffee – cappuccino (without cream): $3.5 each Double scoop cone (without chocolate chips): $4 each Pizza slice: $4 per slice Potato chips: $0.1 per packet. So the total comes to $33.2 and $0.5 tips = $33.7

the nurse said as she fiddled around with Camden's drip, presumably adding some kind of painkiller to the mix. Just as the nurse was about to leave, Matt walked in, balancing two pizza boxes in his hands. The smell hit Camden like a dump truck and had her drooling like a feral animal. "Bad news, they were all out of pineapple," Matt revealed, his expression saddened. Camden fixed him with a serious gaze. "You had better be lying, Matt," she warned him. He grinned mischievously, motioning for her to move up on the bed as he placed the pizza boxes down. "Here you go," he said, shimmying hers over to her. She opened it tentatively, unsure of what to expect. Her eyes widened with delight as she