Happy Pasta Novels & Stories

[places hands on your chest grabbing shirt] HIM: [slides hand over your waist] Ohho? Collecting I see? Well... why don't you show me your collection? [stares at your body, grabs your hand and unbuttons] If you are so enthusiastic, I don't see why i need to hold back... hehe HIM: [moans] I don't know... just waiting for you i guess? [moans again] Look what you made me do. [Smudges thighs] HER: Oh.....hah! What did i make you do? I wanna see clearly. [moves a bit teasingly over thighs, and slides down slowly with hand movement on your legs]

“I'm here, Boss. Good to see you, Boss.” “Thank you. Can I have my dinner? I'm starving.” “I got it, Boss. Give me twenty minutes," Fred assured him. “It is okay," Louis said and walked towards his bedroom, which jogged his memory to the reality of the emotional wound he was nursing. He took his bath quickly and walked back to the dining table where his dinner was already served. Then, he sat down, picked up his cutlery, looked at the meal for some time,, and smiled. The Paccheri pasta with yellow fin tuna and fresh tomatoes, was his favorite.

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

The real one is a gangster that you don't wanna mess with. They, I mean Sasha with Celia's help, made thick pancakes with syrup and blueberries, topped off with a few rashers of bacon. And also a hot bowl of Mee – noodles mixed with egg, vegetable and tasty spices. "Celia likes spicy food. You know,she used to eat like a glutton when things were fine. How is she doing now?" She enquired serving the plates. Even I don't know. " I've been eating a very delicious homemade pasta a lot these days. " Celia revealed out our little pasta experiment.

But for some reason when she saw the pastas, her appetite became drastically increased and she couldn't wait to eat the very tantalizing cheese pasta in front of her. "Eat. You must be hungry." Without being ordered twice, Eden immediately grabbed her fork and immediately ate the pasta voraciously. The soft taste of the cheese feels so right when combined with the chewy fettucini type of pasta to which a few pinches of European spices have been added.

PLEASURE Madonna's Pov "Is that Russian food?," I asked before I could stop myself. Oliver barked out a laugh and looked up from the pot of boiling water to glance at me over his shoulder. "No it's not" "It's a rather simple dish, actually. It just sounds fancy." I listened to him as l sat on the one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch him as he cooked. "Garlic, olive oil, parsley and Parmigiano_ reggiano tossed with angel hair pasta.... It's Italian and so simple to cook", He spoke.

Ashley smiles again. "Ashley," Kimberly called. "Yes, Ma'am Kimberly?" Ashley politely answers. "I don't like pasta," Kimberly said. "Oh, sorry, Ma'am, I thought it was your favorite, but we can make anything you like, Ma'am." She offers. "I want goulash!" Kimberly cheerfully asks. "Goulash? The Hungarian dish?" Ashley was puzzled. "Yes! I tasted it yesterday, and I love it! Can you ask the chef?" "But it was just soup___."

***4 Months later*** ~Hazel's POV~ "Order of table number four is ready." "Coming," I said and went to the counter to take the food. I took the tray filled with spaghetti, Alfredo penne pasta, pizza, and a spinach sandwich and sighed; I hated the guys who were sitting at table number four. They not only disgust me with their filthy smirks and looks but also try to call me names. I wish I could kick their butts out of this restaurant. But as usual, nobody wants to get on a bad term with their high-paying daily customer.

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.

No! "Let's eat!" Ashton said while getting up from the couch and Tristan thought "is he ignoring her comments on him or is he that horny for food that he couldn't even understand what's going on!?." All the Four people sat on the dining table and Hazel served them the food. Finally after all the dishes she served them pasta made by Tristan. "Wow, it's soo tasty. Who made this!? " Ashton commented as he took a taste of pasta. "Tristy did it". Hazel replied back with a grin on her face and that's when Tristan mentallly face palmed himself.