Happy Appy Creepy 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.

Solomon sighed. Daisy also sighed, “It doesn’t matter who as long it is you whom she’s afraid of. Haven’t you taken your lunch? I’ll prepare pasta.” “Okay, what’s in it?” “Deep fried shrimp pasta.” “I’ll help with peeling and frying the shrimps.” The pasta was cooked, fried with shrimps, and ready to be served in just a short time. While eating, Daisy asked, “Anything happened during your first two months of pregnancy?”

It was Chef Marcus and he’d brought Annie’s pasta bowl on a silver tray. “Here, but next time, do it yourself.” I grabbed the tray, taking the elevator to Annie’s room. She sat by her window, sketching birds in a leather-bound book. “Lunch is ready.” She sniffed the air, nose wrinkling. “What’s that smell?” “Pasta arrabbiata. My specialty.” Annie took one delicate bite, then immediately spat it onto her silk napkin. “Disgusting.” “What’s wrong with it?”

Floppington trailing behind her, his threadbare ears dragging on the floor. I'm alone with the groceries Adrian left. I unpack slowly. Dragon syrup. Pasta wheels—the specific shape Ava insists tastes better than regular pasta. Fresh basil still damp from being misted at the store. Good parmesan, the kind with the stamp on the rind. He remembered all of it. Every detail. Every preference. Every throwaway comment I made without thinking he was cataloging them. My phone sits on the counter. I pick it up. Stare at Adrian's contact.

Sadie added, and Derella smiled. “Introduce us. We’ll make great friends.” Just then the door opened, and Lucas and Sadie came in with food on trays. “Whoa!” Jude exclaimed, and the children began to clap. “Ricotta and Sausage Pasta at your service.” Katie said smiling, as she began to scoop the pasta into bowls for everyone. “Drink, drink, drink!” Sadie shouted, pouring more drinks for everyone. “How do the both of you feel?” Lucas asked me and Derella and we both laughed.

Harriet hollered, doing a crazy dance. "You met a new Alhaji?" Fridaous blurted out and earned a knock on the head from her. "There is this new recipe I saw on youtube and you lucky people will be the first to taste my culinary skills." She wiggled her brows playfully. "I call it, happily ever after, spaghetti bolognese." She clapped excitedly. "I'm not actually hungry." I scratched my head, swallowing hard. "But you said your breakfast wasn't satisfying enough few hours ago?" She glared at me, pouting her lips.

"Yeah, the smell of your desire." "All I smelled was grapefruit," I remarked The peal of Hazel's laughter told me she remembered exactly what made her smell like grapefruit—arousal. "There must be a tree nearby or something." I grinned. "A red tree, with a really nice trunk." Her laugh was louder the second time. "Alright, alright. What are we making?" she gestured to the onions with one hand, her other one sweeping her hair behind her shoulders. "Chicken pesto pasta. Probably not as healthy as you'd like, but I don't know any fitness-junkie recipes yet and haven't had time to stop by the grocery store."

"If Dad and Mandy saw this, they would probably strangle and disown them." Rosie was delighted to see how the guys enjoyed their food. She quickly asked them to sit. "Come! There is enough for everyone! I made some pasta too. Mr. Jasper doesn't fancy pasta very much so I didn't bring it out. Would both of you like some pasta?" Silas and Cyrus nodded eagerly, like bobbleheads. "Yes, please! Can we have some minced beef with it too?" Alyssa sighed and buried her face in her hand. "You should be grateful that you get to eat any of this. I can't believe you have personal requests too."

Xeraphina Cassius swings the door open, revealing a food cart laden with a myriad of plates brimming with delectable Italian dishes. His enticing aroma of the ocean, intertwined with the refreshing scent of ripe watermelon and a subtle hint of rich chocolate, dances through the air, enveloping me. It stirs a mixture of excitement and hunger, causing my stomach to growl. With a mischievous chuckle, Cassius places a plate overflowing with plump raviolis onto my lap, and positions a garlic-butter toasted breadstick nearby.

Every one dished their meal including Amy. “Before we eat, let's raise toast to our chef for doing the honors,” Ava said and raised a toast. They all followed suit. “Let's dig in now.” Amy almost threw up when she had a first taste of the pasta. It was salty more than she imagined the sea would be. She gulped down a glass of water. “This is delicious, Carie,” Sarah complimented and continued enjoying her food genuinely. “Yes sister this is good,”Marie moaned.