I Eat Pasta For Breakfast Novels & Stories

I wondered if he would even care at all. By the time lunch rolled around, my stomach was growling with a ferocity that could not be ignored. I had not eaten breakfast, too wired from the morning's drama to even think about food, and now my body was demanding compensation for the neglect. I grabbed my bag and headed out, craving the pasta from a small Italian restaurant a few blocks from Helix, a place I had discovered days ago and had become my go-to comfort spot.

The housekeeper slightly glared at Edgar who just looked away after stepping back. “Hmm. It’s been a long time since I have pasta. It won’t be bad to try this out. But it’s only morning, don’t you think it would be too heavy for the stomach to have this for breakfast?” Audrey stared at the plate and shrugged. She held the fork and gave the dish a shot.

Her hand was folded on her stomach just like how Rosa was standing right now. "What's for breakfast?" I asked. "It's Lasagna, ma'am." "Lasagna? What's that?" I asked blinking at her. "It's umm-" She stuttered slightly looking up at Rosa behind me. "Answer her. She asked you a question. Why are hesitating and looking up at the other maid?" A cold voice rang out suddenly and I turned my head to Maverick standing at the door with his hand in his pocket. "Forgive me, Mistress. Lasagna is a food. It's a type of Pasta. It's an Italian dish."

"She curses me a little drunk she knows the details thanks to the message I sent when I left the club with Romeo. "As if you hadn't abandoned me before. Come on, let's go. Geneva goes to my house and once we get there, all we want to know about is my bed. We were dead tired, so after a shower, we couldn't resist and spent long hours on that mattress of mine. At one in the afternoon I'm already up, I'm the first to wake up with my stomach rumbling, so I go down to prepare lunch. Today it will be pasta because it's quick and convenient, and speed and convenience is all I need.

I'm sorry ma'am, but I have to make you something to eat now. What do you mean by that? Ariel asked. Sir, give me a strict warning against your refusal to have breakfast on time, she said with a bowed head. Unbelievable, Xavier still kept an eye on her from work. How does he even know about her breakfast issue? He was barely ever around . Fine, I will have pasta. Pasta was Ariel's favorite thing to eat whenever or however it was made. She loved it. Right from her teenage years. Okay ma'am. She turned to leave when Ariel called back.

Like I needed health to be able to give him some choice words, my lips and tongue are working just fine and well enough to give him a lecture on his behavior. He bends and kisses me again before standing up and bringing the bag he had with him when he came in earlier. I saw the box of doughnuts and groaned, he chuckled instead. "These are not for you, you have consumed a month's worth of sugar in one night. The nurses at the nurses station would appreciate them. And for you my darling, I brought you pasta since you have a known weakness for it and would not be physically or mentally able to say to them." Pascal said and set up the meal on the bed table. I groaned as he elevated the bed for m

Kevan had made a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and pasta. Larissa had bought the pasta a long time ago and placed it in one of the cabinets, completely forgetting about its existence. Kevan had cooked the pasta and mixed it up with some black pepper sauce. As the enticing aroma of food filled the air, Larissa couldn't help swallowing her saliva eagerly. She sat down across from Aster and picked up the cutlery on the table. "Thank you for your hard work. You're unwell, and yet you went through the trouble of cooking breakfast for us," she said with an apologetic look at Kevan.

I enjoy taking my time. Pasta and meatballs is one of my personal favorites, I thought it’d be a good idea to learn how to make it, hence, why I’m still in the after having breakfast. We got started on making the sauce from scratch. I am liking this. “I think you are taking a little too much time to chop what is going to be gone in a few hours” Louisa says she is currently breaking the spaghetti into shorter and eatable bits and dumping them neatly on a tray beside me.

And when he said almost, it was truly almost, because just as I sat he turned off the stove and started plating my breakfast but what I clearly did not expect was that he would cook spaghetti for me for breakfast. “Who eats spaghetti for breakfast??” I looked at him baffled and in return he gave me a huge grin. “It’s a new recipe, you would surely like it…” STUBBORN ASS I rolled my eyes unhappily and then before I could dig my fork into the spaghetti, he took away the fork himself. “I’ll feed you…” He announced and I looked at him puzzled. He cooked spaghetti and then announced to feed me them. What happened to him? What is he trying to do??

"Um, I mean, technically you could, but it's not the healthiest choice, and running on a full stomach isn't recommended." Nonna's face was a mixture of shock and disapproval. "Pizza for breakfast? Cara mia, that's not good for you. You need to eat a balanced meal to fuel your body for the day." I shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed at their reactions. "I was just curious. I'll stick to my oatmeal and apple slices for now." "Good choice," Nonna said, patting my hand. "Remember to take care of your body, figlia mia. It's the only one you have."