Creepy Frozen Pasta Novels & Stories

Without saying anything, he hooks a small stool closer using his foot before placing the bowl carefully on top of it alongside the glass of water. I frown harder, slowly lifting my gaze toward him. “Eat something,” he says. “We don’t know how much longer we’ll be waiting.” My confusion deepens. Because what alternate universe did I accidentally walk into tonight? “It’s your favorite,” he adds after a second, sliding one hand into the pocket of his jeans. “I heard the maids mentioning that Harriette asked them to prepare it for you.” For a moment, my brain completely stops working as I stare at the bowl is filled with shrimp pasta. Extra sauce. Exactly the way I like it.

When her mind started turning again, she was in the kitchen staring dumbly into the fridge. Fuck this. She opened the freezer, and saw a family sized frozen lasagna. Perfect she thought to herself, they bought this crap, they can eat it. She read the instructions on the package and threw the processed dinner into the oven. There was nothing green in the fridge at all, so throwing together a salad wasn't an option. She looked over her shoulder at the testosterone filled living room, they probably don't even eat salad anyways.

My eyes sparkled as it laid down on the plate of red sauce pasta . I discreetly took the crockery out . I savoured some saucy fusilli inside my mouth with the cutlery . I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the paradise of it's taste . His chief definitely know how to cook . I licked off the plate and dumped it into the wash basin . I opened the tab and cleaned it with water . I was humming a song when I felt two strong hands wrapped around my waist . I drop the dishes .

But I never expected that the moment I stepped out onto the balcony, Archie would lock the door behind me. Hearing the sound, I rushed back to the glass door and tried to get back inside. The northern winter was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered through the air. There was no heating on the balcony, and since I was inside just moments ago, I was only wearing a thin set of loungewear. The cold wind swept through my clothes, and my limbs quickly stiffened. The icy pain gnawed at my bones, sending sharp, biting chills deep into my skin. I pounded on the glass door, screaming and begging for help.

“With pasta? Please say pasta. I had a whole bowl of ice cream, and I need something warm. Also, Caden had some imprudent girl over at our place. I’m disgusted by the entire apartment.” He laughs and pecks my forehead. “You’re cute when you’re calculating.” “I can’t stand him,” I groan. “I know. You can always eat here. By the way, we’re celebrating with pasta this evening. Look, we already have the sauce.” “I’ll prepare the pasta,” I offer, gently slipping out of his embrace. I spend almost the rest of the day at Caleb’s, binge-watching a N*****x show until it’s well past midnight and all I need is my bed.

I quickly got up and opened the door to a smiling delivery person, who handed me a steaming bag of fettuccine Alfredo. I thanked the delivery person and brought the food to the coffee table in front of the TV. With the crime documentary still playing in the background, I sat down and eagerly dug into my dinner. The rich and creamy pasta melted in my mouth, and I savored every flavorful bite. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, I realized I had completely lost track of time. The crime documentary had me hooked, and I couldn't bear to tear myself away from the unraveling mystery. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more intense on the screen, there was a sudden power outage, plungi

I said, shaking my head. “They’re zombies that eat frozen dinners, frozen hamburgers and think it’s fine dining. I really should have shown you this deep freezer dad has, it’s insane. Pot pies go there to die. Maybe all the preservatives and salt have taken what’s left of their functional capacity,” she said, grabbing an apple and cutting it up.

This was about exposing a deep conspiracy that stretched all the way to the heart of the kitchen. With his reputation on the line, Takuto’s next move was clear: infiltrate the kitchen. List of Criminal Evidence: Secret in the Freezer: Takuto snuck into the kitchen and opened the freezer with all the stealth of an elite spy. There, in a box labeled “Premium Wagyu Beef” were dozens of carrots—each one intricately carved with patterns that bore an uncanny resemblance to meat fibers. The carrots even had a hyaluronic acid-like shine, which, let’s face it, was enough to raise any food inspector’s hackles.

~although it smells a little off. "Look's Like we're back to the old menu" Tori mumbles. The worms in my stomach dance about causing my stomach to growl. I have accepted that this mansion is my new hangout and to devise a valid plan, I need all the energy and information this place has to offer. After begging myself mentally and pleading with my taste buds over the abomination I'm about to bring to them, I pick up the spoon and dip it into the bowl. I lift a spoon full of the pasta thingy to my face.

I opened my mouth to try to placate him, but instead, I burst into a coughing fit, attacked by what seemed like thousands of tiny specks of spice. That was no mere dusting of pepper. Whatever was in that pasta had set every single one of my tastebuds aflame. Xaden quickly paled. “Shit, shit, shit—” he cursed, frantically throwing the fork aside like it was plague-ridden. With untapped desperation, he threw open every cupboard until he found a cup he deemed satisfactory enough for the job and filled it to the brim with chilled, filtered water.