Happy Pasta Novels & Stories

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

Bit by bit, the dough is transformed into thin sheets of pasta, ready to be cut into the desired shape. With precision, Jay cut the pasta into beautiful fettuccine strips. Each one was a testament to his newfound culinary prowess. His face beamed with joy and accomplishment, a radiant smile stretching from ear to ear. "Look, Mom! Look what I made!" Jay exclaimed, holding up a handful of fresh fettuccine. Lucy rushed over, her eyes filled with amazement. "You did an incredible job, Jay," Lucy said, her voice brimming with pride. With the pasta dough prepared and the sauce simmering, it was time to bring all the elements together. The kitchen had transformed into a bustling hub of activity, as

'Good evening and welcome to Pasta Castle lá Beef Feast…' 'Huh?' I asked. 'We sell more pasta and meat related foods, I don't know, I'm not the owner, so what can I get you? You are welcome to be the first few to try our new spaghetti recipe.' 'No, we are good. Cookie?' 'I'll have three tenderloin steaks with chili or béarnaise sauce, château mashed potatoes, extra cheesy burgers; two to be precise and two apple cheesecake –don't know if you have those– one blueberry yogurt or any yogurt at all and chocolate mud cakes for dessert. Got that?' She stared at me with mouth open. 'Helloooo,' I snapped my fingers at her face.

She pops five more into her mouth, moaning. "And this?" She asked, pointing at a slice of pastitsio. "It's pastitsio, a baked pasta dish made with ground beef and béchamel sauce." She immediately scarfs down the slice, her eating habits would be bizarre if I didn't find it so arousing. I love it when my woman isn't shy to eat, I never liked those women who preferred to eat salads over what they truly wanted.

"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."

"The coldness is back." Fathia grumbled. "I'm hungry. Let's eat." Jess laughed even more. "Fathia and eating. Two inseparable things, huh?" The black-haired girl grinned. Jess was right. Fathia loved to eat, especially pasta. Covered with cheese and a taste of savory and slightly sour tomato sauce. That combination was what Fathia always loved in her life. "Where to eat?" "Asya will make pasta for me." Jess felt like slapping Fathia hard. Damn. She thought she would be out of her café area. Turns out...

he replied A wide smile made its way to my face, “Then I want, Chicken wings specially cooked by Celeste and dipped in one of her potions, Ice cream made from scratch and it has to be homemade, and also i want Xavier to prepare barbecue, the special one he learnt from his travels, green apples that are half sour, half sweet, oranges with little water and the water should be sour too” I finally finished my list. His pupils were dilated, his mouth hung open in shock, “Wow.” he breathed out, “That’s pretty specific”

Mia cheeks turn red as she begins. "Really! Did you get his name?" Amber hovers over anxiously. "No" Mia said sadly. "But I'll definitely do when next I see him" Mia adds in optimistically. "Should I say congratulations on your new dating life in advance?" Amber ask sarcastically. "You bitch" they burst into loud exciting laughter. Evening dawn on Amber at Liam's mansion as she cleaned the earlier mess, arrange few used rooms and wash up the dishes. Amber's stomach growl loudly thus she turn on the electric cooker and begin preparing instant noodles using tasty ingredients like carrots, onion and dried prawns, within minutes the noodles was ready to be served.

Probably because they're shaped like cylinders instead of rectangles. Pasta. Three kinds. The children get butter pasta. Simple. Perfect. Risotto. Creamy. Rich. Chicken. Fish. Vegetables that don't look like vegetables. Look like art. Sophie orders more prosecco. "We haven't finished these bottles," Morton observes. "We will. The night is young." "It's two-thirty in the afternoon." "Exactly. Young." Scarlett reaches for her glass. Drinks. It's her third glass. Or fourth. I've lost count.

“Whatever makes you happy.” “I’ll be happy if you eat it all.” “Uh-huh.” Tessa rolled her eyes, and that was when she actually looked down for the first time. What she saw in front of her scared her almost to death. Good Christ, it was just so much food. It was more food than she’d seen all in one place, all at one time, in… how long? Eight months? A year? The pasta was piled high, and it was dripping with some cream sauce, and it was a goddamn bomb to her plans.