Happy Appy Creepy Pasta Novels & Stories

I shiver and get away from his touch, feeling disgusted. " If you continue to touch me. I will make a scene and scream pedophile," I hiss quietly. I was not bluffing, and he knew that well. Amir glared at me with venom, and I smirked, daring him. He grumbles something under his breath about needing to be taught obedience and drains his wine. I make a refill for him and stand aside. "Apphia, you know I'm allergic to mushrooms!" Aya shrieks, pushing the plate of pasta away, "You're so worthless. How are you even allowed to cook!"

He laughed for the first time on the Wednesday after Holt. Not at anything big. I’d been explaining, badly, how to make pasta — a thing Reed didn’t need to eat but had decided he wanted to understand — and I’d made some error in the timing that resulted in the pasta going from al dente to something closer to wallpaper paste within about forty-five seconds, and my response to this had apparently been both confused and ridiculous in a way I couldn’t see from the inside. Reed laughed.

A transparent film had been placed over the plate, and had collected a thin coating of water on the inside. “You can have that after you're done with the meal. It's pepper soup, which as the name implies, is indeed spicy. But it'll be sure to get you ready for the day,” she said. I nodded at her. “Thank you. I love pasta,” I said, already picking up my fork to begin eating. “I love what you've done with your hair,” Kaiden said, causing me to pause. “I thought long hair flattered you, but I believe this is a better fit. It brings out your eyes,” he stated, before returning to his food like nothing happened.

They looked so happy and thats all what I wanted I was brought out of my thoughts by Karen he pulled me into the hug and we all hugged until Anton spoke "I made the pasta which victor made me that night when I was having exams" anthon said And everyone smiled "yeasss lets have pasta and get to pack our bag, we need to visit Paris" Karen said and we all ran into the dinning area WELL EVERY STORY HAS A HAPPY ENDING.... AND IF ITS NOT HAPPY ITS NOT THE END......💕😄

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.

“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.

Then he stared back at her and smiled. “What?” “This is really good! I haven’t had pesto as good as this.” And he attacked his pasta like he hadn’t eaten in days. Julianne smiled to herself. Her chicken pesto spaghetti was Jared’s favorite too. Like father, like son. He drank his juice. “What’s in this thing?” “Cucumber, mint and melon,” she replied. “Very nice,” he said. When he took a bite of the eclairs, he was smiling like a little kid.

Hayley scooped up her food with a ladle. Everyone had their own little pot of pasta. Thankfully, Hayley had raided an appliance store months ago, and those electric pots had turned out to be lifesavers. She ladled a big scoop of juicy beef and tender potatoes into her pot. The thick, savory gravy covered the pasta, and the smell alone made everyone's mouths water. The second she took the first bite, everyone else dove in like a pack of starving wolves, eyes gleaming as they went straight for the chunks of meat.

He tries his best to look apologetic, “Cheesy pasta, if that’s possible.” Carlos smiles and nods, disappearing into the kitchen. A few moments later he returns with what looks like a loaded macaroni cheese, with chicken, bacon, sweetcorn, spring onions and breadcrumbs on top. It looks delicious. “That looks amazing. Thank you.” He bows his head and hands it over.

Stacy whispered, moving her hands to form a circle. " You didn't tell me you are a magician, Stacy. " Jemmy commented. " I wasn't until now. " She replied. " So what do you want, Essy? " " Um... How about some spaghetti salad? " " That's perfect! What do you think, Stacy? " Jemmy said as she turned to her. " I have been craving spaghetti for days now, so spaghetti it is! " " Yay! Now Let's head downstairs before the break ends. "