Happy Pasta Novels & Stories

I chuckle, “So, are you shy and not angry?” “Yes…” He said. ~ Like what we decided, I am now making sweet spaghetti. I don’t know if Zafer loves pasta but I want to set Clyde’s mood into a more positive one, he loves sweet… “I’m done!” I announced as I put the plates full of pasta with sweet sauce, sausage, and cheese on top. “You can eat now, but be careful it is still hot.” “Hey there, what is that yummy smell?” Zafer who just got back asks, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh, spaghetti!” He walks toward the table and sat down, “I want it too, and here for you kid.”

This was her first time witnessing a guy cooking, as Zach had never cooked for her before. "Come and serve the pasta," Forrest instructed, his attention still focused on the cooking. Madelyn put down her backpack and walked over, noticing that the red mark on Forrest's face had faded somewhat, but there were still some visible traces. "What are you cooking?" she asked. Forrest responded, "Well, when you have nothing, you cook what you can!" The pasta Forrest had prepared consisted only bell peppers and tomatoes. Madelyn took a bite. The tomato mixed with the bell peppers had a slightly tangy but flavorful and appetizing taste. She had never tried this combination before.

her index indicated, pointing to a bowl filled with Shrimps Florentine Pasta with Lemon and Sage Steaks inside another bowl beside it. Acting on her words, the maid brings out a clean dish, placing it in front of Missy as she dished out a plateful of pasta, as well as another for her steaks and two slice of lemon. Missy’s tongue salivated on her lips unconsciously, she picked up the needed cutlery as she dug in the meal, savoring the sweetness on her tongue as she chewed moderately in her mouth. She hummed out in silence, digging more and faster into the meal, it could be deduce with her action that she’s not only hungry but also enjoying the meal.

"I'll go make something to eat. Who wants to eat? I'll cook." Layla said, "Go and see what is there in the kitchen. I want to eat pasta." Robert replied, "I don't think we have pasta at home all this while, right?" Layla said, "Then go and buy! I want to eat pasta." Robert replied, "Okay then. What type of pasta?" "Spicy pasta." "I thought you don't like spicy food, Layla?" "I don't like you sometimes too, but that doesn't mean I dislike you every day."

The morning sun bathed the breakfast poolside in warm, inviting light, casting playful reflections on the water's surface. The breakfast basket, meticulously prepared by Emma's thoughtful hands, promised a delightful fusion of flavors that would tantalize the taste buds. Among the offerings were the star of the morning, meat-stuffed bread rolls. These delectable morsels had been shallow-fried to perfection, boasting a satisfying crunch and a tantalizingly tasty filling. The aromas of savory Italian spaghetti salsa, cheese and garlic butter bread toast, and the irresistible Quattro Formaggi pizza, adorned with succulent chicken sausage, wafted through the air. The pizza was a delightful canva

Mellisa’s POV The pasta arrived like a little miracle as it looked creamy, steaming, and exactly what Josh had ordered: Alfredo pasta with chicken and shrimp, finished with mint leaves that made the space smell like summer. We tucked in and the conversation settled into that easy rhythm that I love: the kind that threads between jokes and real moments without anyone needing to force it. While on that, I noticed that Jack kept sneaking looks at Hearty. It wasn’t subtle as his eyes kept drifting to the wheelchair, to the way she twirled the straw, to the soft line of her smile when someone said something funny.

CHAPTER 51 LOU I get a plate again and put a portion of pasta on it. The merienda has started and everyone is busy getting food from table. There are two variations in the pasta category. There are spaghetti and carbonara. I can feel that we are now surrounded by Italian cuisine. There are also desserts such as cupcakes, cookies, and coffee jelly. I get one each from the three and headed to my seat. “Joshua? What time you will go later?” I asked Joshua beside me without looking.

My stomach acid could come back like this. "Haa spicy ?? Chloe I ordered one not spicy for you, how can it be spicy." said Ara in disbelief and panic. I didn't answer, I just pushed the pasta towards Ara. And he immediately tasted it. "Uh yes it's spicy, I'm sorry Chloe I don't know." said Ara and I nodded. Ara immediately checked all the pasta on this table. Even though there are only four pastes here, it's not much like in the room of many models.

After entering the restaurant, Leia intentionally sat on the same side as Hazel, which left Timothy seated across from Hazel. Leia remarked, “My dad loves pasta, so we ate it all the time back home. One thing I found out since I got here is that Celestria offers the best pasta in the world.” Hazel handed the menu to her. “Go on and order whatever you like. It’s my treat.” “Really? Thank you so much. I won't hold back!”

She didn’t really want to join their conversation as much and wasn’t in the mood. When the food arrived, Claire squealed while Kai chuckled. They had ordered so much. Kai’s food was a chicken parmesan pasta, Claire’s was chicken tenders and mashed potatoes while Ellyse’s food was her favorite, fried garlic and cheese scallops on top of a bed of pasta. Her mouth watered at the scent of all the food laid in front of her. There were also truffle fries and a margarita pizza. God, her stomach growled.