Linguini Remy Novels & Stories

“Let’s just enjoy being here, together, on our honeymoon.” I clinked my glass against his, nodding. The food, when it arrived, was as delicious as promised. We shared a decadent plate of bruschetta, polishing off every piece of toasted bread with tomatoes, and were still hungry for more when the entrees came. My linguine was loaded with plump shrimp and tender scallops, all tossed in a light garlic and white wine sauce. Elijah’s arrabbiata was fragrant with tomatoes and chili, and he insisted I try a bite, warning me about the heat with a mischievous smile.

With each bite of her, he had to control himself not to moan. Dinner consisted of Bucatini all ' amatriciana, a type of thicker spaghetti with a hole in the middle, served with a tomato-based sauce, guanciale (bacon type) and pecorino cheese; as protein, he opted for a veal steak breaded and fried in butter, Cotoletta alla Milanese. The dessert was tiramisu. It was one of Lina's favorite desserts and she smiled when she saw it. “Apparently, that pleased you,” he said.

He was a lifesaver. “Let's talk about this later Liam.” I continued holding his hand till we got to the table. Max winked and I couldn't help but smile. I was grateful he helped me escape that question. “Mommy made canne– llo,” Lina was trying to pronounce but couldn't. She burst into tears and got every one of us laughing on the table. “It's a cannelloni baby. Cannelloni.” I corrected it. “Canne– llo,” She tried saying for the second time but failed. We all knew what followed, tears but Max as always was quick to intervene.

Judeo informed me, which made me nod. “I’m coming, wait for me there at the main entrance,” I raised my voice before calming myself down so that I can walk properly. It wasn’t long until we entered the restaurant. Its name was Linguini, full of Paris-special dishes with a little bit of a touch of New york. Some of the displays were cookies, and cakes and those were my favorites because they were all made with cheese and cream cheese. Aside from that, the ambiance of the air puts my whole being at ease because the place wasn’t too cold or warm.

I'm starting to doze off when Remi starts squirming. "Fucking A!" She groans. "Remi, baby." I try talking to her to get her to talk again. She yanks and pulls against the restraints at her wrists and ankles. Her groggy voice fills the room again. And I swear it's the most beautiful sound. "I'm gonna fucking puke." She says, and I'm clueless. "What's she talking about?" I yell asking no one in particular for clarification as to what the hell is going on.

Although Tanya's presence had been annoying, it didn't ruin my appetite. I enjoyed a large plate of creamy pasta before heading back to the office. As soon as I got there, I received a call from Lindey. I hadn't been home for two days, so it was normal for her to call. "Hey, Lindey." "Rea, don't stay at your friend's place too long. Come home tonight. I made gnocchi with cumin and ground beef," Lindey said, making me smile.

said Leandros, tucking into his linguine topped with bison bolognese. Lena smiled and chose chicken burgers to munch on. “Hmm, this is good!” she purred, a drop of Mornay sauce sticking to her mouth. I wanted to lick it off her, but with Leandros around, I couldn’t. So, I gazed at the delicious sauce on her luscious lips instead when a kick under the table brought me back to reality. I realized I was staring at her for too long.

"Do you think Seven is handsome?" "Huh?" "I said do you think my son, Seven, is handsome?" "Umm... well--yeah... I guess." "Well, then date him." Remi chuckled in response. They all eventually sat around the table and ate. Levi was surprised by how flavorful and spicy the food was. "This is food is delicious, Mrs..." "Hwang." Remi finished his sentence under her breath. "This food is delicious, Mrs. Hwang." "Thank you so much, Levi." She gave a big smile.

The rest of the day was non-eventful, but Ragnor spent some time with his family waiting for nightfall so he could see Clara. At the same time back in California, Clara and Grace were back from the market and were busy in the kitchen. "Okay, we have all the ingredients we need. We can start," Grace announced. "No, you sit," Clara said pulling a chair for Grace, " Tell me what to do," she added happily. "Okay, let's start first with cooking the linguine in the large pot of salted boiling water until tender. For about 8 to 10 minutes. Then we drain and then toss it with the olive oil," Grace instructed and Clara quickly got to work.

It was only the two of them at the table because Ian was still asleep. After cutting a chunk of steak and after a few chews, Remi immediately spat it into the garbage pail. Lacy gave her an irritated look for this. "Ugh, this tastes like crap!" Remi became quite irritated with him and lashed out. "Ask Mason to locate a cook for you. You ought to become a better cook. Your creation is simply unfit for consumption." “Seriously?" His anger was evident as he erupted in laughter. He grabbed up his phone and really contacted Mason, just as she feared he was about to lose it and start throwing stuff.