Burnt Spaghetti Novels & Stories

He says and leaves with a triumphant smile playing on his face. I shake my head smiling, as I feel my pussy throbbing for him, and then I remember the spaghetti I had put on boil. I rush to the gas cooker, and turn it off, as I quickly sieve it. “Nick!!!” I yell in frustration, after realizing the spaghetti is now extremely soggy.

She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world. "This can't be real." I whispered, my voice shaking. "She wouldn’t have—" “Maya,” Daniel interrupted, his voice tight. “There’s more.” I looked up, and he handed me another file. This one was thicker, the pages dog-eared and stained with something I didn’t want to think about. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a map—our region, marked with red X's. Target zones. “I think this is where The Burning started.” Daniel said, pointing to the map. “These are the areas that were hit the hardest.”

He burned the pasta. Not a little – catastrophically. The kind of burned where the water evaporated entirely and the spaghetti fused to the bottom of the pot like modern art and the smoke alarm went off and we both stood in his kitchen waving dish towels at the ceiling while the alarm shrieked and neither of us could stop laughing long enough to open a window. “You said you could cook,” I said. Coughing. Waving my towel with the coordination of someone who was crying from laughter and smoke simultaneously.

Instantly, I choked on the smell of burnt spaghetti and something else… Damn it, Ariel!

James pulled back and asked and just like flash, Joyce jumped and rushed to the pot to turn off the electric cooker. "Fuck you, James. You got me carried away. Gosh! Half of it is burnt. I hate you, James. How could you distract me like that? It was not fair. You are so cruel. How could you? Damn! This is the last spaghetti you have at home and it's still damn pouring heavily outside to get another one. James, you–,"she was ranting on with speed as if she had a hot plantain inside her mouth.

I'm sure it'll be the best pasta I've ever had. I flinch when I pick up my fork with my right hand, the metal scraping against the burn through the bandage. The pain returning once more. Twirling my fork, I bring the spaghetti to my lips, my mouth full with all of the delectable flavors. This is the yummiest spaghetti I've ever eaten. "Oh dear what happened to your hand?" Maia's anxious countenance reached my ears, her gaze locked onto the bandage around my hand. "I um.... I.... b-burn it.... on t-the r-radiator?" I say but it comes out more as a question. As I focus down at my food, I can feel Alessandro's gaze from across the table.

she said still with a smile on her face which somehow made my face to flush pink. She opened her mouth to say something but was interrupt by Chu’s loud cry. “Go check your pot” she said before disappearing from my sight and leaving a grape scent behind. “Damn Siren” I murmured while I rushed inside. By the time I got inside the kitchen the smell of the burning spinaches was all over the room. I quickly moved the pot from the burning plate and turned the stove off. I opened the pot and released that the spinach on the top wasn’t harm. I took the big bowl which was on the table and poured the unburnt spinach inside it then took the pot with the burnt spinach and headed out.

I decided on dropping him a message since he might be asleep at this time of the night. I went to check up on the spaghetti and it was burning. 'OH DEAR'. I tossed my phone on the couch then ran to the kitchen. I turned off the cooker and peeked into the pot. Just a little of the spaghetti wasn't burnt. I served the part that wasn't burnt into a plate then added meatballs and grabbed a fork. I went to the living room to retrieve my phone from where I tossed it and turned on the Television. Twilight was on. My phone rang notifying me that I had a new message.

Her once shiny blond locks were now covered with green sticky substance making her look like a slimy monster. "I know you did this freak," Sophie sneered her name like it was a cuss word. She never did like Pandora because I prefer to be with my best friend over her skanky ass. "I must say Sophie, green suits you," Pandora mockingly complimented her. "I will destroy you Pandora. I'll tear your life into pieces," Sophie said with so much rage as her face turned ten shades of red, making her even more ridiculous than ever.

I typed, I cracked my knuckles afterwards, all these typing isn't for me, my fingers are killing me. "Understood." I started making the spaghetti sauce and asked Mel to watch it so it won't burn while I made her meatballs, after making them into a ball o fried them and put them in a sieve. The spaghetti was done do I asked her to take them out sieve them and serve them, the placed the three meatballs on it, all that was left was the sauce, while it was getting ready I started with my own dinner. The sauce was ready and I poured it over the spaghetti and meatballs, she sat on the chair of the island and started eating her dinner, my dinner was ready and I dug in making sure to blow in it firs