Creepy Pasta Novelas e Histórias

"This doesn't look like any pasta I've ever seen. It's all clumped together and the sauce looks like it's been sitting out for hours." She picked up a fork, taking a mouthful of the pasta only to spit it out immediately. “Holy Mary, mother of Jesus! Oh my goodness! Oliver!”. She screamed, running into the kitchen as she hurriedly rinse her mouth. Oliver rushed after her, a look of concern on his face. "What's wrong, Ava? What happened?" he asked, reaching her in the kitchen. "This pasta is terrible! It is like eating rubber coated in tomato sauce," she exclaimed, still trying to get the taste out of her mouth.

“I know, right? Princesses don't cook. Now run along.” “You are impossible!” She said before stomping out of the kitchen. SHAWN'S POV Did she just say he was impossible? A kettle calling pot black. Not wanting to dwell on some daddy's brat, He got to work. He brought out frozen steak from the freezer, veggies, pasta from the drawer, and other ingredients he needed. His fathers company produces Frozen fast food that when microwaved can be eaten and still give a homemade feeling and taste. He was going to use the company's already made sauce for the pasta. No jokes, but his father's products are the best.

Grant came in daily, to keep the apartment in order, but she had never been expected to cook. Still frowning, Electa watched the under-cupboard lighting reflect down onto his long brown fingers as he lifted the lid off a pan of what looked like simmering pasta. “You made that?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking the question. “It’s from a packet,” Adrastos admitted, “with precise instructions printed on it. The rest came ready-cooked in cartons from ‘Tony’s’.” He named a local Italian restaurant they’d used to eat at often. “Tony refused to provide his fresh pasta for me to ruin.”

“The pasta is undercooked. The garlic and the pesto are scarcely detectable in the dish. Right now, Gail is starting to get on my nerves more than she already has. Why the fuck did I even agree to play house girl? “Ms. Davis, the pesto is just mouthwatering. Could I kindly have some more?” Gail furrowed her brow. I’d like to eat what she can make because those milky hands seem like the only thing they can lift is a spoon and a dick. I approached the table and placed additional pasta on Mr. Lombardi’s plate. The guy then began eating, while the witch began tinkering with her meal. Mr. Lombardi looked at her and didn’t say anything; the man kept eating his food without even paying attention to

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

I was starving. Natalie started to uncover the platters there were cheesy garlic bread, penne pasta, alfredo sauce, red sauce with meat, meatballs, thin sliced grilled chicken, and roasted veggies. “Chef prepared a build-your-own-pasta for you seven. He said the pasta will help you relax and sleep better. I’ll get some bottled waters passed out, and extra napkins for the table. Dig in Alphas, and Luna.” My mates started dishing plates and passing platters, after a few moments all you could hear was the clatter of silverware.

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.

The next day, the little girl brought several friends. Although her friends all looked strange and grotesque. There was a hanged ghost dragging an extra-long tongue, a water ghost soaked from head to toe. And a pile of… uh… bloodied meat paste. But the one thing they shared was that they all wore identical red bridal dresses. I felt sorry for them, so I made each of them a super deluxe mega burrito. The kind with loads of ingredients. The little girls ate with their cheeks puffed out. “Ma’am, this burrito was too good!”

[Alma] With every bite that touched my tongue, the feeling in my chest tugged harder and harder, pulling at something I couldn't quite explain. This was becoming too much to be a coincidence. I hated too much seasoning on my pasta. I absolutely hated it. Most restaurants seemed determined to drown their dishes in enough herbs and spices to make every bite taste the same, which was exactly why I only ever visited two restaurants in Crestfall City. Two. Of all the restaurants in the entire city, there were only two places I trusted enough to order pasta from because they always got it right.