Go Ahead Mom Raw 소설 & 이야기

Mom sat down across from her, spine straight, carrying herself a hundred times better than this woman. Vivian's eyes landed on Mom's face. "So what skincare do you use?" Mom set down her cup, sounding mildly surprised. "Oh, I don't really use skincare. A bit of sun, plenty of water, and that's it." Vivian's grip on her cup tightened. She managed a stiff smile, her eyes sweeping over Mom. "No wonder. Well, you'll have to start taking better care of yourself. You're not exactly a sweet young twenty-something men dote on, like us."

I still couldn't understand why a wolf would go hunting and kill animals and then eat it all raw but once they were back home, they felt it was an abomination to eat raw meat. Once I was done with my last piece of meat, I lifted my head only to see my mom smiling at me : “When was the last time you had your favorite dish this way?" she asked after a long pause. “A week ago," I answered enjoying the taste of blood on my tongue. When she breathed in heavily, I understood she had something in mind:

“Steak. Rare… no, raw. Pomegranate juice. And red wine.” Silence fell. Cutlery stilled mid-air, several heads snapping toward me. “Quite an interesting choice,” Dorrin chuckled, though his eyes lingered too long on me. “My darling, isn’t it too early for wine?” my mother asked softly. “Raw meat?” Marina wrinkled her nose in disguast. Dragons ate raw meat only when shifted, and even then, not often. I had no explanation, only this clawing hunger for blood that felt like it came from inside my bones.

-Aure- Mom had been doing pretty well over the last few days with the new herbs that I’d been getting from the shop. Her walk had gotten a little peppier, and her energy levels had improved a bit. Sure, she was still a bit weak but the little improvements were better than nothing at all. “Hey, sweetie?” I heard mom call me as I finished brewing her special tea. “Yeah, mom?” “How do you feel about pizza tonight?” Pizza? Both me and Sephara were surprised by the suggestion, as mom hadn’t been able to eat anything so heavy like that for a long time.

Not like I can't tackle them if I need to but, I still resort to staying away from them. Blake taught me that. Shaking my head off the thoughts, I got up to take a shower and went to the kitchen to see what my mom was up to. My eyes lit up when I saw that she was cooking steak with her special red sesame sauce. And let me tell you it's the best. "Mom, I'm hungry!" I'm pretty sure you can see the hearts instead of my eyes right now, just like those cartoon characters who see the things they like. "Just wait for another forty minutes, sweetheart." Bumming! Just like that it felt like a pin stabbed in the fully pumped balloon.

Charmine replied whilst stroking his head. Chris started pulling on her hand firmly, dragging her so that she would sit next to him. He placed a breakfast set in front of Charmine and pleaded with a soft and endearing voice, “Mummy, please eat with me. Momo is five this year but has never eaten breakfast with my mommy. Momo wants to experience what it’s like to have a mom. Please, I’m asking you just this once.” The whole time Momo spoke, he continued to tug on Charmine’s hand, entreating her with a pair of round, sparkling eyes.

"Oooo....OK, fine” Mom finally succumbed. "Okay, I'm going to let him go out” “Thanks mom,” “But that doesn't mean you can go out everyday and everytime” “No problems mom, I'm okay” “And thank you pops” I blurted happily, and quickly dove for the bowl of water, washed my hands, and without wasting anytime more time, I moulded the eba, deep it inside the soup and popped it into my mouth. The taste of the soup rose to a crescendo as the soup touched my tongue. I quickly picked a meat and bit into the red flesh. The soup in it ran down my chin and I had to pause to wipe it away. I took another bite, crunching into the flesh. I felt like treasure had struck my taste buds. The flesh was slightly

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

Despite being disabled she did everything to take care of me even if it was about the sleepless nights I had. She used to give me a message when I used to whine in cramps. Those pregnancy cramps were terrible to handle. "See if it's exactly what you wanted", mom said, passing me a bowl when I was trying my best to rant a few lines of the stupid subject. "Did you really make it?", my jaw dropped. "Yeah", Angela chuckled. "Pasta with raw mango. Really, Amayra? What happened to your taste?" "I don't know but thank you", I screamed, grabbing the bowl and started to gobble. "It's exactly what I wanted. So good. I love you, mom"