Linguini Remy Novels & Stories

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.

***WARNING*** Sexy Times Jada Wilson Jada had vented her struggles to him. All Ivan wanted to do was to take her mind off things for a night and help her the best he could, even though she had refused him. Ivan had taken his time, and with love and patience, he prepared a fine Latin-Italian meal perfectly. Involtini, an Italian-style roulade, a rolled and stuffed meat (Cecina Beef, Toasted Tortilla Veloute, Fennel Pepper Soffritto, Parmesan).

She’s still looking around the room in admiration. “Yeah I’ve always liked it here. Mr. Baron and Mrs. Sheila are friends with my grandparents. He used to be a lead warrior back in the day.” I say, admiring how Lindsey looks in the soft light. Her eyes suddenly snap to mine. “So what do you recommend?” She asks as she opens the menu. “Their alfredo is my Mom’s favorite, the pasta bolognese is Dad’s, but mine is the linguine. Anything you order is a sure hit.” I say confidently.

With this thought in mind, Brianna felt much more relaxed. A waiter was waiting for them at the entrance of the restaurant. He greeted them with utter respect and led them to a private room. In the middle of the room, a round table stood beautifully. On top of it were different mouth-watering dishes with red wine. There was linguine pasta with tender lobster meat, Calamari ripieni stuffed with calamari, garlic, pine nuts and onions, Baccala mantecato, acqua pazza, brodetto flavoured with garlic, rosemary, onions, bay leaves, salt, and pepper. Tuscan fish stew, and lastly, Brianna's favourite batter-fried shrimps and squids were in the middle of the table.

Remus took Bella by the hand, waiting for the others to cross. Arrived at a simple restaurant right across from their inn. Remus ordered four servings of special food with rice. Even though Sandro is from a European country, he actually loves spicy food. A special spicy grilled chicken. The food was served, and the four travelers ate it deliciously, it tasted amazing indeed. They were still waiting for Rene who seemed to be playing with her food. "Come on Rene, it's late at night. Why are you full?" Sandro asked noticing Rene's unusual behavior.

Pondering their shared experiences made Jenny reflect on her own family's struggles, although the Boss wouldn’t have the chance that night to share any sentimental thoughts. As the conversation commenced, two members of the wait staff emerged from the adjoining kitchen. One set down a large round platter of fried calamari, while the other poured red wine into elegant glasses. "Welcome to my home," the Boss announced, gesturing around at his expansive mansion. He spoke animatedly, switching between English and Italian as he introduced the various dishes spread out before them: "...Eggplant Parmigiana, Sausage and Peppers, Osso Buco..." After listing several appetizers and main courses, the Bo