Novel & Cerita Happy Appy Creepy Pasta

“Spaghetti has a ribbon! And a gold name tag. Papi said he’ll make him a passport too!” Zane grinned. “If we travel abroad, we can’t leave a family member behind, right?” I nearly ripped my shoe off and threw the heel at his pretty face. Zane shrugged like he’d read my mind. “I fed him. He’s happy. Not hurt. Not kidnapped. Just... upgraded.” “Upgraded?” I ground my teeth. “Emotionally. Spiritually. Also there was gold ice cream. Check the receipt.” Ash spun again, the cat a flying puppet. “Spaghetti likes the balcony! He climbed the chair and watched the birds! Then he peed in Aunt Maritza’s bag!”

Now she's slowly filling out, growing curves that drove us wild. Finally done fixing my plate, I scooped a forkload of stuffed shells and shoved it into my mouth. I chewed, nodding in approval at the burst of seasoned meaty, cheesy flavor that combined with the glazed pasta. "Everything tastes amazing, baby." I shoved the cheesy, bacon covered curly fries into my mouth. "Chanku." Charlotte said with her mouth full. "Don't talk with you mouth full, princess." Aries scolded, scooping his own forkload of food. "We've talked about this. You'll choke."

“You should be!” “Here is your pasta, enjoy baby!”. Oliver smiled, placing the food in front of her. Ava raised an eyebrow, staring at the so-called pasta in front of her. “What is this?” she asked, poking at the unappetizing mess on her plate. Oliver looked confused. "It's pasta, just like you asked for," he replied, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. Ava sighed, shaking her head. "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."

“I made you birthday pasta… but they’ve been sitting too long. They’re probably all clumped together by now.” “No big deal.” Before she could say more, Louis had already lifted the lid. Sure enough, the pasta had soaked up all the broth, swollen and nearly spilling over. The once-bright greens had wilted and turned a dull yellow. Adora winced and reached out quickly. “Don’t eat it. It’s all soggy.” “It looks fine. You even arranged it nicely,” Louis said, sensing how embarrassed she was. Without hesitation, he picked up the fork and took a bite.

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!”

- Hmm… Caleb was standing behind the stove, wearing a topographical map rolled up like a chef's hat and an apron with a picture of a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton and the word YOLO on the front. He was tossing crepes into the air in a large frying pan. Pasta covered every surface in the kitchen, and pieces of burnt crepes stuck to the ceiling like stalactites. Around the counter were Frances, Ruth and Max, all laughing as Caleb tossed a crepe over his shoulder without looking. It landed on one of the plates on the counter, and Frances leaned in to claim it as her own. - What is happening? I demanded, my eyes meeting Caleb's. Allora followed me upstairs and looked under my arm.

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

I said and summoned an ugly cook "I want pasta, fried egg, and chicken with chicken sauce" Ava ordered and the food was ready in no time. I made a table and chairs appear and the cook placed the dishes on the table. Ava sat on the chair and I made the cook disappear as I sat opposite her Ava rolled the fork into the pasta and placed the fork that was filled with pasta in her mouth. I summoned cool jazz music to suit our mood "Why aren't you eating？"She mumbled as she munched the pasta. I knelt knee and brought out a box of rings that I stretched towards her

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.'"

“A.D be careful of this man.” The house erupted into a ripple of happy chatter, “The pasta will get soggy, guys! Don’t make me cook if you’re not hungry!!” Margaret cried. “I’m so hungry, I can eat a full nutmeg.” Adrian commented to taunt his sister. “Stop it!” Avery cried. “Oh, don’t be a baby.” Margaret teased playfully, handing her a plate of halloumi pasta, nicely garnished with olives and courgette. Avery grinned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the delicious dish.