Novel & Cerita Burnt Spaghetti

The first thing I saw was spaghetti and I was overwhelmed that I was about to eat such a lovely meal. "This is spaghetti carbonara," Fenrir pointed to the spaghetti and urged me to eat. I cleared my throat as I picked up the fork. When I placed the fork with the spaghetti in my mouth, I moaned. "It was tasty and unlike anything I have ever had," I licked my lips as I finished swallowing the meal. "Moaning like that would want me to have you, "Fenrir winked at me.

“…don’t let him see how much you burn for me. Because if he does, he’ll use it.” The door opened. Cool night air rushed in. Matteo stepped out first. Held out his hand. I took it. And as my red heels touched the ground, the main Moretti mansion rising before us, I realized something cold and certain. This wasn’t just a dinner. It was a battlefield. And I was walking onto it wearing the color of blood.

She said proudly, "I'm hungry. I want spaghetti!" What could Ambrose do with a drunkard like her? He had no choice but to search everywhere for spaghetti. Seated in a pasta eatery, Ambrose stared emotionlessly at all the spaghetti laid out across the table. Larissa nudged him and winked at him. "Hey, handsome. If you could finish all this spaghetti, I'll sleep with you tonight!" Ambrose's gaze deepened. "You promise?" Larissa affirmed him, "Of course!" Ambrose silently picked up the fork and began to indulge in the spaghetti.

She slurped that thing down like it was a cup of jello and not the plate of inferno that it was. "Are you ok?" I ask, finally getting back my ability of speech. She gives me a thumb up, her lips still wrapped around the carton of milk. Her lips leave the mouth of the milk with a pop. "What was in that shit? Hellfire?" I fumble through the dustbin, fishing out the empty pack and reading the back. Manufactured by... Blah blah blah. My face blanches as I go over the line I just skimmed past, making sure I read it correctly. "It is considered one of the hottest noodles ever. A raging ball of fire. Advisable not to use all the pack of flavor in it." I let it slip through my fingers and back into

I really like this spaghetti dish. I placed a plate of spaghetti carbonara on the dining table along with the roast chicken that I had just taken out of the oven. I picked up my knife and fork and started eating. On the first bite, my tongue immediately recognized the delicious taste. Then, in the second bite, I suddenly remembered something and put the fork on my plate. My gaze lingered on the pasta I had just made, which was Damon's favorite meal. I remember once, Damon often asked me to make this pasta for him. He even said that my pasta was always the most delicious.

Alone with my thoughts, I set out to cook dinner, how… domestic. I laughed at myself as I headed into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards, finding something to cook. I wasn’t much of a cook, so it would have to be easy. Deciding on spaghetti and Meatballs I set about my task. An hour later, I sat down alone with a plate of overcooked spaghetti and burnt meatballs, looking at my questionable creation. “You are seriously going to eat that?” Daciana asked, disgusted.

I have been wanting to destroy his smartphone but he guards it so well. As expected of The Lord of North Heavenly Palace.. His defense is top notch.. Today, I am going to learn another cooking called 'Spaghetti'. I am going to present it to master! Master, wait for me. I shall cook a super delicious spaghetti for you! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Small Scene : Ling Mao : Lord Bai Hu, It seems Lady Zhu Que is cooking human food called 'Spaghetti'! (o^ ^o) Bai Hu : Huh? Paghetti? What the hell is that?! (；￣Д￣)

His eyes filled with concern, and he raised the fork containing the spaghetti he made for me, knowing it was my favorite dish. “Take a bite, please,” he coaxed me. But I couldn't move my mouth to chew it. I simply stared at the food. “Please try Vespa,” he urged me softly. “I don't want you to fall sick.” He almost gave up trying to convince me when I began to eat mechanically. The food passed through my lips without registering any taste in my mouth. The spaghetti was spicy, but I didn't feel any heat. I was lost in my thoughts, consumed by the darkness that had settled over me.

But then I caught him staring at me again, and I couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you hungry? And why the stare?" Brendon shrugged, his eyes still fixed on me. "I don't like spaghetti," he said. "It looks like worms on my plate." I smirked, amused by his pickiness. "Well, more for me then," I said, taking another bite of the delicious pasta. "But this one tastes nice. Just have a taste of it, and you'll love it," I said, using my fork to scoop up a bite of the delicious food. I stretched my hand out, offering it to Brendon, but he just smirked.

A fork was placed beside the plate, and his slender fingers on the fork were captured in the picture. Ryan: [This is the spaghetti bolognese sold in our office building. It’s good.] Freya: [It looks pretty delicious. I haven’t eaten spaghetti bolognese in a long time. I’m craving it.] Ryan: [I’m not giving it to you.] Freya: [I’ll ignore you.] Ryan: [Baby Freya, don’t be angry. I’ll arrange for it to be delivered to you tomorrow.] Freya: [Are you asking for a beating? Do you think it’ll still be edible by then?]