Creepy Pasta Novels & Stories

Opula protested and feigned a pitiable face. “If I were you I would bury my face in shame. it is disheartening that you invested so much effort and item in preparing poison. Take a look at the color of the pasta and the aroma which stinks like cow dung. Do you think there is any health benefit in your food?” Opula dragged the dish to her front, pasta is my favorite food and I am I don’t think anyone prepares it better than I do. My father-in-law here is not complaining and we were having fun before you came.”

Axel served her a plate of pasta, "Try this. It was specially made by me." Alyssa smiled gleefully and rubbed her palms together. The aroma of the pasta made her realize how famished she was. Brooklyn had a scowl on her face. She didn't seem pleased with Alyssa's presence but she didn't utter a word. Alyssa took a forkful of pasta and ate. She closed her eyes and savored the unique taste of the pasta. She let out a delighted moan as she took another. "This is good. This is so effing good," She complimented Axel.

Dell groaned rubbing his tummy “Should I order food for you?” Dante asked him and he shook his head “I don't want any food I just want home cooked pasta” Dell pouted, “Dell we can just order food, pasta is pasta right?” Zack muttered in confusion and we all nodded except Dell “No, eatery pastas gives me allergies, I don't know if it's what they cook or because it's from the eatery but it always makes me nauseous and right now I want to eat only pasta my tummy is hurting so bad” Dell whined rubbing his tummy

‘But maybe you like being looked at more than you care to admit—and anonymity secretly freaks you out? He gave a soft laugh. ‘Actually, I’m rather enjoying the anonymity,’ he murmured, and glanced down at the menu. ‘What do you recommend?’ ‘Well, they make all their own pasta here.’ ‘And it’s good?’ ‘It’s more than good. It’s to die for.’ His gaze drifted up to the curve of her breasts, which were pert and springy and outlined by a surprisingly chic little black dress. ‘I thought women didn’t eat carbs.’

“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.

I nodded my head, well he wasn't as heartless as I thought. Rico went over to the covered pot and dished a plate of whatever Matteo prepared. He placed the plate in front of me, the sight I saw made me scrunch up my nose in disgust. "What the fuck is this?" I asked stared at the greenish looking food. Rico chuckled at my reaction. "It's called creamy avocado pesto pasta. Boss told Matteo to make it for you, in his words, 'your intake of junk food is unhealthy for the baby.'"

“Daddy, I'm craving for that mouth-watering pomodoro pasta. Would you be willing to whip up a delicious meal for me?” I quickly turned my head and my lips curved into a grin. “Do you share my passion for the mouth-watering pomodoro pasta?” I was astonished afterwards. "Yes!" Andre bellowed with a fierce intensity, his eyes blazing with determination, before breaking into a broad, triumphant grin. “Livia, would you grace me with your culinary skills and prepare a delicious meal for me? When it comes to pasta, I'm a bit of a picky. Only my grandma's or dad's homemade pasta will do. However, I'm willing to make an exception for a truly exceptional dish.” His words were pronounced with great cla

"Oh quit being dramatic and get me the pasta! He'll be here any minute!" Ava's hands trembled slightly as she stirred the final touches into the simmering pot of pasta sauce. The tantalizing aroma filled the air, a symphony of flavors that promised to delight the senses. With a final taste to ensure perfection, she turned off the stove and covered the pot, allowing the pasta to soak up the rich flavors.

I wonder if this is him trying to infiltrate because he knows this is a long-term thing for him, and his future lies in helping with the shack. “What is it?” Greta pipes up, gazing up at him across the table from me, and then picks up a fork to prod the pasta with suspicion. No one gives Bryant a hard time like she does, but it’s amusing. “Seafood pasta with garlic cream sauce. Dig in.” Bryant is beaming and proud of himself, and I giggle under my breath at Greta’s slight look of unimpressed as her lip curls up, and she settles down to try it. She hates anyone taking over her kitchen and banishing her upstairs to sit like this, yet he seems to be the only person who can give her orders that

The two were the ones leading the others in front so they moved forward to check what was happening. Whilst still inside the carriage, they could smell the stench of blood. Cheng Min felt her soul coming out of the body after taking a peek outside. She clenched the red curtains after seeing hundreds of dead bodies in the street. Those of men, the elderly, women and even young children.