Creepy Pasta Novels & Stories

Dad and Rory sighed and turned to me. “Please, ignore her. Eat,” Rory said, and I smiled politely at him. “What do you want to eat?” Dexter asked me, and I looked at the table. I was so distracted by her I forgot I was hungry. “The pasta is really nice. This is Cullen skink; it’s a creamy soup you two should give it a try. There are also some snacks if you have space in your belly for more,” Dad said, and I smiled. “We would love to try it,” I said, and he smiled.

he whispered, trying to smile sweetly as if trying to flutter Macey when in reality, he just wanted to avoid eating. “No, you should eat, too.” “I don't eat pasta.” “Yeah? Then, why did you buy ingredients for pasta?” Macey frowned. Calderon giggled awkwardly and scratched her not-so-itchy head, they replied, “Because I know you'd like pasta?” “Are you someone affiliated with magic or whatnot?” Macey let out a surprised sound, “First, you've guessed name. Now, you know my favorite food?” “It's just a wild guess, maybe?”

' I laughed. 'I will get you fired!' He shouted before running off. 'Look on the bright side! I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday!' I heard him screamed with fright after I said that. I slapped my lap as I laughed. Why am I so annoying? My eyes blurred out, like I found myself somewhere else, a small restaurant. "Good evening and welcome to Pasta Castle lá Beef Feast…" "Huh?" I asked. "We sell more pasta and meat related foods, I don't know, I'm not the owner, so what can I get you? You are welcome to be the first few to try our new spaghetti recipe."

She bit her lip as she saw that there were bits of parsley over it and the cheesy with the creamy white sauce over the pasta. Danny smiled at her as she rubbed her hands and the maid left all at once after bowing down their heads. "You still liked creamy pasta even if we grew up too much?" Danny asked her as he remembered how Marian was so thrilled about tasting the creamy pasta that the cooks had been serving them for years at their mansion. Marian scooped up by using the three forked utensils and placed them on her plate. She licked her lips as she looked at the creamy pasta curled on her plate.

“Alright—but what I’m craving might be something you’ve never even heard of… ever tried cold pasta salad with spicy vinaigrette? I used to love it as a kid. But after I grew up, I could never find it around here.” It was a humble street-side snack back in Lystra—nothing fancy, just chilled noodles tossed with vinegar, peppers, and a good hit of spice. But when the vendor knew what they were doing, it was absolutely addictive. After leaving Lystra, Raina never had it again. Even when she came across stalls that sold it, it never quite tasted the same. Leif replied, “I can make it.” Raina raised an eyebrow and praised, “Haha, no wonder they say you’re amazing, Mr. Vexley—you really do know eve

The waiter carefully placed the plate in front of me, and I was immediately captivated by the vibrant colors and enticing aroma. The dish was Tagliatelle al Tartufo, a classic Italian delicacy. The tagliatelle, with its wide, flat ribbons, was cooked to perfection. The pasta’s golden hue gleamed under a delicate drizzle of truffle oil, adding a luxurious sheen. The rich, earthy scent of the truffles was intoxicating, mingling with the aroma of melted Parmesan that enveloped the dish.

Pasta is a code word for we need to talk where the walls don’t have ears. “We’ll be there. I’ll bring the bread.” I saw that smirk that let me know he was enjoying all this secrecy way more that he should. Meanwhile, Cora sits in her chair staring at us both like we have lost our minds. I haven’t filled her in on all of the things that I have done and think are going on.

I raised my eyes toward her. "What is this?" I asked flatly. "P-pasta," she replied nervously, avoiding my gaze. I looked back at the plate.Nothing about it looked like pasta. It looked like someone had dipped noodles in black paint.A laugh escaped my lips.I took a fork, picked a little portion, and tasted it. The moment it touched my tongue, I knew. Terrible. I slowly chewed and swallowed, keeping a straight face. "How is it?" she asked hopefully. "I have never eaten anything like this before," I said, clearly teasing her.Her eyes narrowed in irritation.

I said. Trying to curb my lips from splitting into a foolish grin. Beth's mouth opened in slow motion. "He cooked chicken pasta for me…" Her eyes went wide in wonder. "Cooked? You mean, Sebastian- freaking Crest- cooked for you? This is bat shit crazy!" she giggled. "And there was this trick he made with the spaghetti–hysterical," I chuckled.

“I need to make use of the bathroom. As soon as possible. I barely had the chance to make it to the ladies’ room, all I knew was the pasta shamelessly made a tragic exit and landed on the floor. It happened so fast that I had no time to code everything in. After everything, I was able to wash my face. I took a very long breath to calm my nerves. Then texted Mo the next second: "Does having a heavy craving for spicy pasta have any connection to having a new life growing in someone?" Trust Mo, she didn't waste even a second. She replied so fast that I feared she might have been holding her phone and expecting my text.