Rest In Spaghetti Never Forgetti Novels & Stories

LEIGH-A*I There was no way in hell I could have imagined that Lorenzo Cattanio aka my neighbor who cooks panty dropping spaghetti was our party’s surprise guest who donated gazillions to our hospital. When I mounted the stage and called out everyone who made the donations, I had been so curious as to who graced us with such an impeccable endowment!

I shift in my place as the memory of last night, along with the nagging stinging between my legs remind me that whatever happened really happened and it wasn't just a dream. "So? Too much to tell or too intimate to tell?" Tomas interrupts the ashamed silence I have fallen into and slides a dish in front of me. "What's this?" "I call it 'spaghetti a la Tomas' or in other words, whatever I have in the fridge," he loudly announces the dish, with hand on his chest in a pretended pride as if he's cooking for Gordon Ramsay. "Well, it smells great." "Thank you, thank you," Tom bows down in courtesy and I laugh. Just a moment of pure freedom and happiness.

“She told me and I didn’t write it down.” Maya touched my hand. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself about it. We all make mistakes.” Yeah, but three mistakes in one shift. I took a deep breath. I needed this job. I needed to concentrate. Alberto came back with the salad, his face still black with rage. “Here you go. Santini salad without its most important ingredient.” “Thanks, Alberto.” I carry the two plates back to the table.“Santini salad without parmesan and meat lasagna. Sorry again, for the

I smiled at him and went back to my place. I say in my chair sipping my frappe, it's so refreshing. I looked at Sylvester who's busy eating his pasta, I wonder how long it will last to us to be like this. I'm afraid that if he can handle the company again and the 2 months is over I would not be here sitting like this-looking at him. Is he really gonna remember me?

Larissa had promised to sleep with him if he finished the spaghetti. Why was she angry, then? Ambrose was confused. He believed it must've been because he had not mastered the theoretical knowledge. He decided to ask for more books from Joshua. Larissa laughed sarcastically as if she had heard a joke. "What spaghetti? Are you trying to lie to me again?" She had blacked out and could only recall pieces of her memories. She had no memories of eating spaghetti. Ambrose explained patiently, "We were at the pasta eatery, and you ordered ten large portions of spaghetti."

He seemed hesitant for a moment to roll the spaghetti on his fork, but then his inner demon whispered telling him to quickly roll up the spaghetti and put it in his mouth. Nickson felt like fireworks were going off around him the second he put a roll of spaghetti in his mouth. It really can't be expressed in words. The spaghetti was very soft on the tongue and the sauce that covered it was cooked with the right spices. Nickson couldn't keep his hands from rolling more spaghetti with his fork and then devouring it. The best spaghetti he's ever eaten. He had never tasted spaghetti with this delicious spice. Even Rebecca had never cooked spaghetti with a taste that could make his tongue sway.

I close my eyes and enjoy its taste. "This dish is called Pasta e Fagioli. This restaurant is famous for it." He tells me. "Why have you brought me here?" I ask him. "Isn't it obvious? I have brought you here, so we can spend some time together." He says as if we are a happy couple and everything is normal. "Since when do you know me? Do you think you even know the girl you married?" I try to make him understand. "I know everything about you from blood group to what you like. I know and have loved you since long time back." He states.

Stacy whispered, moving her hands to form a circle. " You didn't tell me you are a magician, Stacy. " Jemmy commented. " I wasn't until now. " She replied. " So what do you want, Essy? " " Um... How about some spaghetti salad? " " That's perfect! What do you think, Stacy? " Jemmy said as she turned to her. " I have been craving spaghetti for days now, so spaghetti it is! " " Yay! Now Let's head downstairs before the break ends. "

Grateful for the distraction I quickly jump up and return to my seat, my face feeling hot. We are served Chicken Parmesan, resting on a bed of spaghetti. It smells so good I do not spare a minute before digging my fork into the spaghetti and smothering it with the rich tomato-based sauce. I stuff my mouth full, using it to distract me from the handsome man in front of me. Looking over at Johnny, I see him doing the same. We eat in silence, neither of us able to bring up the past. So many things were left unsaid, so many things have changed, yet it also feels like nothing has changed. Could we carry on where we left off?

"My mom is making my favorite spaghetti with the assistance of my grandparents. Would you like to? Jasmine felt more comfortable when she saw that Sally's family was actually preparing spaghetti at home. "You didn't go to the movies with my mom today, did you?" she said. When Jasmine heard this, she at last felt at ease. "Got it. Enjoy your spaghetti." Just as she was going to end the video conversation, she paused and nervously said, "Bye." "Oh, bye-bye..." was Sally's reply. As Thorne returned to the living room, Lloyd looked up. "All sorted?" Thorne gave a nod. "Yes, everything is fine.