Happy Appy Creepy Pasta Novels & Stories

Then, he takes a huge bite of his pasta while I nod enthusiastically. “Right? I mean, we’ll clean up after ourselves, and I’m going to get Sassy a really nice gift when her birthday rolls around to make up for it. But yeah, I think this is a good opportunity for us,” I enthuse while taking a bite of my salad. Ugh. The leaves are practically flavorless, dry, and not all appetizing with no dressing of any sort, but I still smile while chewing enthusiastically.

I muttered savoring the taste of the creamy pasta “It's been so long I was actually afraid that you might not like pasta anymore” “Of course I still like it, why won't I like it, this taste so damn good” I muttered “I'm glad you like it” He smiled, I tasted the fried chicken breast and the pasta and I almost lost my mind, this is so fucking good, I kept on eating and eating, and gosh he bought so much food and I cannot stop eating, my stomach was so full and still there's so much food and he barely ate anything

Their bodies varied: some were skin and bones, some were swollen like the Sucrose Zombie, and others were covered in wires like the Tech-Zombie. But their eyes, every single one of them, were locked onto the Indomie in Bima’s hands. Grrr… New… aroma… content… Srek… Delicious… Indomie… review… Bima smiled thinly. The plan was working. "Today, we are going to change the fate of the apocalypse," Bima said, lifting his bowl of Indomie high. "With the Legendary Apocalypse-Slapping Indomie!" ZF-BOSS roared in enthusiasm, his camera shaking.

There's no use arguing with this rootless creep. "Get her something's to eat! " she orders and the fartellos by the door instantly exit the room. They soon return with trays of rotten fruits and slimy greens. ×slimy greens is something we kids at the mansion have learnt to consume. It tastes like slim and salt. It also has a disgusting green color and let's not even discuss it's odur. Even I don't know what it's made of. "Stop!" I order the fartellos and they obey.

"Let me have a dip.." Amy took a fork full of pasta and put it in her mouth before her eyes widened and she spat it all over the ground and the look of horror filled Ricky's face as she looked from the ground to Amy who was rushing a glass of orange juice before attacking the carton, anything to quench the unhealthy saltiness that just ruined the orgy masturbation that was going on in her mouth. "Beach, clean that up before i use your hair to do that…" Ricky said after taking a deep and calming breathe.

I was talking to my stomach. I didn’t feel like changing so I step downstairs towards the living area. After an hour, when I was watching some cartoons, my stomach grumbled. “what, but I just ate some fruits, oh boy my baby is such a foodie”I thought and made my way to kitchen. I asked a maid to make something spicy for me. So she made spicy chicken sausage pasta for me. Quickly eating my pasta like a child, I hear laughing sounds around me, I looked at all the maids and they were laughing at me and looking at me with love.

he warned, knowing full well they’d ignore that in the next two minutes. “Thanks, Daddy!” Keira said, already licking hers. Sophie echoed, “Thank you, Uncle Bryce!” before the two darted away toward the open field again, their laughter carried by the breeze. While Bryce was busy with the girls, Kimberly's gaze drifted, catching sight of another food stand nearby. A savory aroma drifted from it, rich with garlic, butter, and spices. A small sign read Seafood Pasta Bowls – Fresh & Hot! Her stomach rumbled quietly. Perfect.

He said sipping his wine Ashyrel POV I rubbed my nose as the smell of powder pepper filled my nose. I felt like crying because of this. I put the souce in the pan and stir it well. I'm cooking pasta right now, I craved for it so I wanna make it personally. As I smell the souce I hear my stomach growl, I guess my baby is hungry already , I chuckled. I put the remaining ingredients in the pan and lastly I put the pasta inside the pan and stir it well until it reach it's peak. I smell it first before turning off the fire.

After another split-second of hesitation, Miranda hurried off, and Tom and I waited until her bedroom door shut behind her to laugh. “Man, I feel like a dick, but this food looks cursed,” he said. I stared down at the pitch-black pasta. “It’s definitely spooky. But she busted her ass. We have to give it a fair shot.” We both gathered forkfuls of pasta, and Tom held his up to me as if to cheers. I knocked my fork against his with a smile, then took a bite. “Holy shit,” Tom said. I nodded. “Wow.”

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.