Creepy Frozen Pasta Novels & Stories

While the doctor was showering, she decided to cook something fast for them. That was the least she could do after all. Some pasta should do it. She opened the fridge to look for tomato sauce and some veggies only to find that it contained only some yogurts and fruit juice. She checked the freezer and was astounded to find only ice cubes sitting there. What the hell. She checked the cupboards to find them filled…with instant noodles. She grabbed one, staring at it before she put it away. What on earth.

was a pork paste served in a brain-shaped and the "squid ink noodles" was a black noodle dish with seafood, served on a plate decorated with a plastic spider. For dessert, there was a selection of spooky sweets, such as "jelly brains", "chocolate spider webs" and "zombie finger cookies". The "Jell-O brains" were made of red and white Jell-O shaped like human brains, the "chocolate spider The "chocolate spider webs" were bars of melted white chocolate with a strand of dark chocolate, forming a spider web.

Unbeknownst to him, the walk-in freezer wasn't actually faulty. Not long after he left, the cooling system roared to life, its hum the sound of impending death. A sharp, icy mist filled the chamber, creeping across my skin like the claws of a predator. I howled, my voice shifting between human and wolf as I slammed my fists and claws against the steel walls. My breath turned to frost before my eyes. My wolf instincts screamed at me to shift. If I not shifted, I would suffocate before I froze. Kenneth glanced at the calendar. His expression became even colder.

Or was there something else going on? She looked at the frozen meal again. The chicken strips were small and all frozen together, the corn was one giant glob, and the carrots would probably only feed her friend. He needed to eat something besides bugs and snakes and junk as well. She searched the cabinets until she had a small assortment of items.

She turned away from his studious gaze and dropped the pasta into the water. “You made the pasta from scratch?” Rin queried moving closer to her curiously. “Your grandfather does not like packaged pasta,” she grimaced. “Though he could be playing me since there is a freezer full of frozen pasta dinners. Regardless, he’s ill. I’ll pander to his game for now.” “What is his game?” Rin moved closer to her. “He wants to die, Mr. Allegretti. He wants to die to be with his wife in the afterlife and I won’t let him yet.”

The man inquires with a smile on his face, his sunglasses still cover his eyes, causing a nagging mystery for Gracie. “I have spinach and veggies for salad, non-fat dressing, I can make whole grain mac and cheese with fat free cheese as well. Maybe some cole slaw, broccoli, what would you like?” Gracie asks. “You decide ma’am,” says Paxton with a charming smile. Taking a peak at her athletic physique here and there, a smile forms each time, as his sunglasses cover his eyes. Small clear plastic tubs behold cheesy pasta, spinach, cucumbers, tomatoes, shredded carrots and onions.

Lauren methodically rummaged through the cupboards; Toby was going to wake up hungry. Happily, the man had his house stocked for a siege. She thought about Italian she had gotten rather good at cooking Italian foodbut she didn’t know if Toby liked it. Stew seemed a safer choice. The chest freezer in the basement was fullof meat wrapped in white freezer paper, neatly labeled. Shebbrought up a package proclaiming itself to be elk stew meat to begin thawing on the counter. She’d never eaten elk before but assumed that stew meat was stew

Something more than just cheap clothes from a thrift store and a hand-painted mug. Still, as I sat there with this expensive plate of pasta in front of me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The kind of off that prickles down your spine and whispers, run. I sighed and picked up the fork, twirling the pasta. I figured I might as well eat while I waited. I mean, if this man was going to keep me waiting, then I was going to enjoy the free dinner. I was just about to take a bite when—

He stared at the pale, bloated tube of pasta, swimming in a pool of broken, overly oily sauce. The silence was suffocating to Ivana, as she tried not to look at him. Damn! It was fucking hard. Tardrain stared so intensely, it was as if he were trying to identify the strange species and to figure out what exactly she had cooked. He noticed it was Rigatoni she had used, which he never liked to be used for his creamy pasta, but then again, aside from that It looked strange, almost making him question if this was the exact creamy pasta that had been his favorite for years.

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,