Burnt Spaghetti Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but snort at that. “I did all the work, pal. You weren't of much help in that conception.” “I massaged your feet every night,” He reminded me, making me smile. “And your back. And don't forget about the cravings you had every night, baby. I had to go to the other side of the city to get those stuffed peppers you liked to throw up afterwards.” “You can't forget the heartburn.” “My God, fucking heartburn.” He shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “Thanks to you, there was a shortage of TUMS in the city.”

She brought each of the spaghetti with two different levels of heat closer to the bar. "Here's yours," she said, taking a seat, facing each other with Theo, who was preparing to taste the dish in front of him. "I told you I wouldn't take responsibility, especially since you insisted on making spagetti. I won't be responsible," Rose continued, noting the fiery red color of the spicy mix. She shuddered in horror as Theo fiddled with his fork, twisting portions of spagetti into thick rolls. One first mouthful stopped those lips from chewing. Theo's face seemed to harden for a few moments, staring at Rose with widened eyes and a body that froze for a split second.

She grinned and praised, "You're a master chef, Tim! Everything smells amazing." Chelsey then took out her phone, snapped a photo, and posted it on Instagram. Her caption read, "Spaghetti bolognese with meatballs and baked chicken wings on the side. Nothing beats this combo!" Two plates of spaghetti were captured in the picture. Meanwhile, Lucas was still wide awake as he watched over Fred. He scrolled through Instagram on his spare phone. To his surprise, he came across Chelsey's post that she had uploaded merely a few seconds ago. Lucas hesitated to hit the like button when he observed the two plates of spaghetti bolognese. He knew undoubtedly that one plate belonged to Timothy while the o

He scoffed exaggeratedly, as though mum said the most ridiculous thing on earth. "I didn't make any face. In fact, I was just admiring how...innovative it looks. I mean, it has some really...fascinating gravy sauce." I bit back a snort at that Fascinating? Yeah, right! Fascinating was a great euphemism for super burnt, gravy sauce. But dad wasn't quite done with his analysis. "And the spaghetti is wow! Honey, how were you able to turn the spaghetti into that? It's amazing."

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

The hunger. I thought I was emptied. Annihilated. Consumed, as he said. To the dregs. But the dregs, apparently, have a taste of addiction. The intimate muscles, sore, throb softly. A bittersweet memory. A silent invitation. My skin, where his fingers dug in, where his mouth bit, seems to burn with a latent fire. Each mark is a reminder. A signature.

It was filled with polished people, soft music, and the aroma of expensive champagne wafting in the air. Lisa greeted us at the entrance, her face lighting up like she had won a million dollar lottery as she saw me. She was in a stunning silk silver dress that hugged her figure, with expensive white pearls around her neck, but it wasn't until she leaned in to hug me that I noticed something; it was barely visible, but I noticed a small tattoo. The curved legs of a spider. "Zahra, my darling! You came!" Lisa squealed, her voice laced with sweetness. She turned her gaze to Dashiell, giving him a quick glance before looking at me. "And of course, you brought the charming Godfather with you. I'm

"You don't know what spaghetti is? Come on, try it." Julia twisted a fork and tasted it. "Wow!'' It was her first time tasting such distinctively sweet sauce, which is usually made from tomato sauce sweetened with brown sugar or banana ketchup. It is typically topped with sliced hot dogs and ground meat; the taste is complemented with grated cheese. She thought that this era has a lot of delicious delicacies, it’s like a fireworks burst inside her mouth. "By the way, what are you going to do with our one-month semester break?" Jekaih asked.

I'd be a terrible person if I eat all these alone. "Yes, you can eat with me" Without wasting time she's sitting beside me digging into my food. "Oh my this is amazing" She moans after taking a bite. I take a bite and my tastebuds explodes with the spices. I couldn't help but moan really loud causing the people close by to stare at us weirdly. Good food, people! The chef really outdid his self. There's Prosciutto, mozzarella, olives, and roasted peppers in one segment. Spaghetti alla carbonara which is spaghetti with bacon, eggs, and cheese in another. Bistecca alla Fiorentina (a grilled T-bone steak). I'm literally drooling at this.

I grinned at him as he took a fork full of the spaghetti and fed it to me. "It's delicious," I complimented, " I know right! This restaurant is the best when it comes to spaghetti," He continued feeding me and feeding himself until the smoked chicken and the spaghetti was cleared from the table. "spinach?" he asked but I quickly shook my head, making a disgusted face, "it's not cooked," He shook his head in an amused way taking a bite out of the leaves and I looked the other way gulping down the wine. "Slow down, don't get drunk," he said taking the glass from me.