Linguini Remy Novels & Stories

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.

Alessandro, though, just leaned back in his chair, his arm still annoyingly draped around her shoulders. “Are you keeping tabs on my dinner now?” he asked. I snorted, leaning back as well or trying to. The chair wobbled, and I had to grip the table to keep myself upright, “I’m just saying,” I slurred, “it’s not very gentlemanly to feed someone something you can’t even pronounce.” He smiled, “It’s risotto. Pretty sure I’ve got it handled.” “It's arancini,” Delilah said in the background but we ignored her.

I quickly glanced through the menu and ordered Tagliatelle al ragú, it was my favourite italian food. "Will order the same and a bottle of wine for both of us" Liam said as he winked at me, I scoffed "so childish, I never said I wanted wine anyway" I muttered to him. "Were you saying something" Liam's mom suddenly asked. I quickly turned to her and chuckled nervously "oh it's nothing" I said as I slapped Liam's tighs causing him to hiss in pain. Mrs Benson smiled at us and shook her head, "you're both cute"

Dark wood, copper pans, a single table by the window overlooking the glittering city. “Sit,” he said, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt. I watched, stunned, as Dante, Dante Moretti, heir to half the underworld on the eastern seaboard, cooked for me. He moved like he did everything else: economical, confident, dangerous. Garlic and butter hit hot olive oil; the scent made my empty stomach cramp. He seared scallops until they were caramelized on the outside, barely cooked within, then tossed handmade linguine in a sauce bright with lemon and chili. A bottle of white from the fridge, something crisp and Italian he didn’t bother naming.

I walked into the dining room, where Luna and Adelina were already seated. I took a seat next to Adelina, and we all began to eat. Adelina spoke up first, breaking the silence. "So, Luna, I want you to meet Remington. You can call him Uncle Remy, or Dad." Luna nodded, her eyes fixed on me as she continued eating. I smiled, "You can just call me Remy, it's fine by me. And I hope we get along, Luna." Luna chuckled softly, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body.

Celeste had returned, this time with a slim copper tray balanced in one hand and Remy following behind her with the smug expression of someone who absolutely believed he had earned the right to make himself at home wherever he pleased. “Dinner,” Celeste announced. “Before you two decide to start brooding romantically and forget to eat.” Remy set down a stack of folded schedules on the coffee table. “Also, nobody told me room service included two legendary weirdos with trauma eyes and perfect cheekbones.” Riley snorted. “That your official academy greeting?” “It’s the best one I’ve got,” Remy said. Celeste uncovered the tray to reveal steaming bowls of herb rice, roasted mountain vegetables,

"Please come back. Don't disappear again." EXTRA: Remy: *kisses Jasmine in the corner of her lips* Jasmine: BRAT, PUNK, RASCAL, WRETCH! Remy: *calls her Chipmunk* Jasmine: (੭ु ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )੭ु⁾⁾ Remy: *flirts* Jasmine: _(:3 ∠) _ I have raised a rogue

She has encounter him few times now and she could tell he want to attract her attention. Too bad, her mind is already set on Antonio William. “I just helped you. Shouldn’t I get a thanks or something?” Remington ask. Heather give an exasperate chuckle, moving a bit back from him and cross her hands against her chest. “I know what you are after. But I’m sorry, can’t date a geek” her voice lace with mockery, her gaze focus on his glasses for a second. Remington chuckle, finding her amusing. He nod his head. “I haven’t introduce myself yet. I’m Remy, I play on the school lacrosse team”

She collided with his chest and looked up at his face, while Anthony and Clara continued dancing together. "Hi, Pretty," Remy said. Lerisa was shocked to see that he was the same man she had seen kissing Clara earlier in the day. "Hi," Lerisa couldn't believe her eyes, and her mouth was left open. Ben immediately approached them and pulled Lerisa away from Remy's touch, glaring at Remy. Remy smiled at Ben and Lerisa, while she pulled herself away from Ben's hold. Remy was wearing a simple yellow shirt with some of the buttons open at the top, revealing his sturdy chest. He looked handsome and was holding a glass of red wine, taking a sip and smiling at Lerisa.

My phone buzzes. Remy: Best text I’ve gotten all week. I’m glad you’re better. Remy: Don’t thank me—you let me help. That’s the part I appreciate. Remy: Dinner: absolutely. Only rule is “no onions.” I will happily do dishes and pretend to be useful. I press my lips together to keep the stupid smile from splitting my face. Too late. Me: Your rule is sensible and already on a sticky note in my brain. Me: I’m thinking something simple. Soup that isn’t from a can. Or pasta. Or grilled cheese that makes June proud.