Happy Pasta Novels & Stories

He dropped the pan he was holding with a loud crash as it hit the floor making her jump and sit back ready to run fear clouding her features once more. Instantly he was apologetic, ‘I’m so sorry, I did not mean to scare you but I am sure you just said you do not like pasta?’ Gabriella eyed him warily not sure of how he was going to react but she still nodded her head, ‘That’s right, I can’t stand the stuff, just the smell of it turns my stomach and if I try to eat it …’ She had to place her hand over her mouth as she dry heaved, this girl was genuine pasta made her sick, he c

he said and went to sit on the chair, his eyes peeking at the food. “Your food is probably cold. I need to heat it up for you,” “No it’s fine,” he shrugged and took a bite of his food. He paused for a bit to relish in its taste. “Wow! This tastes amazing. What did you call it again?” “Honey garlic lamb with sweet onion pasta. Oh, and cheesecake too,” I watched as he took another bite from his food, and then another. “The taste comes alive on my tongue. I don’t know the cooking terminology to call this but it tastes amazing. You’re now a threat to my abs,”

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.

I collect the fork from the table, attempting to try the meal that he has enjoyed. "What?!" I exclaim in shock immediately I took a deep bite. I force myself to vomit the little one that almost succeed(ed) in passing my throat on the tissue before taking a glass of water. "Why did he eat such?" I turn back to the door and again at the meal. "What did I make?" I was puzzled and embarrassed. The sausage are salty, the soup are pepperish and the rice are so hard. "Why didn't he tell me rather than forcing himself to eat this garbage." I still can't predict this man.

It's pasta but it was less white than the one at home and it didn't have bacon. "It's better than the American version," Daniel said looking at me with an eyebrow cocked up. I blushed to find his gaze "I-I've ne-never had pa-pa-pasta" I stuttered embarrassed. Davina's jaw dropped "It's heaven on earth" "Pasta!" Laurent yelled throwing a piece of lettuce at the man in front of her. She's funny.

It also has a small leaf of some plant, I know its purpose is only for plating. I lifted the fork I was holding and took a bite of the pasta. My saliva pooled and mixed with the pasta in my mouth. It tastes like heaven. "It's delicious, how much is it?" "The pasta costs $4000 and the steak is more or less $5500," answered Marcov. The fork I was holding fell to my plate, making an attention-grabbing sound, causing people to stare at me. I was holding the outside of my throat because I choked. I coughed and coughed.

Arianna answered. “Okay, so I’m Alice, nineteen years old, a fashionista, ice cream addict, and a foodie” Alice stated with an attitude. “Speaking of foodie, what’s your face food?” Arianna asked. “Has to be pasta” Alice responded. “Wow, I make the best pasta actually,” Arianna remarked. “I doubt that,” Alice said staring at her. “You shouldn’t until you give it a try” Arianna protested. “Until then, I do not agree,” Alice said.

Jihyun asks as they enter Chris’s car. “What do you want to eat?” “I like pasta,” “Pasta? Ok, I know a famous Italian restaurant,” They got to said restaurant and after placing their orders, the two were left alone. “You know we have to be in Japan tomorrow, right?” Chris asked her as the waiter left after serving their food. Jihyun got the classic fettuccine carbonara while he got a plate of spaghetti and meatballs with tomato sauce. “I figured, just not confirmed,”

Opula protested and feigned a pitiable face. “If I were you I would bury my face in shame. it is disheartening that you invested so much effort and item in preparing poison. Take a look at the color of the pasta and the aroma which stinks like cow dung. Do you think there is any health benefit in your food?” Opula dragged the dish to her front, pasta is my favorite food and I am I don’t think anyone prepares it better than I do. My father-in-law here is not complaining and we were having fun before you came.”

Simple pasta, French toast, Spaghetti with meatballs, Lasagna, Chicken soup, Chicken pot pie, Burgers(with an option to add either cheese or bacon), and so on. "Good day, Alpha, Luna. I'm your waiter for today. My name is Lucas. What are your orders?" A very handsome man came out wearing a white shirt and black trousers with a black apron tied around his waist. He was holding in his hands a notepad which Isabelle guessed he would use to jot their orders down. "We're still deciding, Lucas. Belle?" Chris called making Isabelle look back down at the menu even though he had decided on the meal she was having.