Izu Momo Novels & Stories

“Five?! I only ate two. Mami said my tummy could explode.” “Mine didn’t explode,” Zoe bragged. “I have a strong tummy like my papa!” Zane took another bite of calenta’o, calm as ever. “You really need to stop praising your Papa in front of me, Zoe. My ego can’t handle it.” Zoe squinted at him, then smirked. “But you’re more handsome than Papa, Uncle!” Zane shot me a smug look from across the table. “You heard that?”

"Maybe I'll go to Busy." “And you Ceren”? "Me too". “Call me or leave a message on my Zap”. “Okay mom”. Rabia praises the food her mother is helping to prepare and Ceren kiss her on the cheek. “Hmm, it smells good.” "True. What is a mother”? “A meat stew, with varieties of vegetables and sprinkled with spices”. "I would even eat a little, but today I prefer to eat pizza". “Come on Rabia. I already called Uber”

she yelled back, laughing as she ran. "I’ll slaughter you like a guinea pig if you show your face again!" he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky before heading back inside, muttering, "What’s with that girl?" He couldn’t help but chuckle. Bisila walked down the street, still grinning. She reached into her pocket, feeling the freshly earned payment. Up ahead, a bar came into view, its large sign glowing: **DONNIE AND THE BAR.** Inside, a few men sat scattered around with drinks, talking loudly. One of them noticed her at the door.

After finishing her pastry, ZouMi was satisfied and her work mode was on. Some Humans behave differently in different environments, such was the case with our ZouMi. She has different persona at different event's, at her house around the people whom she is comfortable with, she behaves like a child. Since childhood, she was a bubbly enthusiastic and fun-loving for her family. But, has aloof cold aura outside, which can send shivers to anyone's bone, with just one look. At work, she is workaholic and never have any place for mistakes and other chance, once done is done either die or leave, nothing in between. For family, a little cute, innocent naughty one. At school, backbencher with high gr

Zee hummed licking her lips, “Can I help you?” “You don’t have to do that, sweet girl” cooed Mum, “Oh, I know, but I want to” Zee squeezed my hand and walked over to my mum. I sat down at the breakfast nook and watched them in the kitchen. Mum grabbed one of her aprons from the cupboard and put it over Zee’s head. They giggled and chatted happily, moving about the kitchen together. Zelena was a natural cook and it looked like Mum really enjoyed having her there. Seeing them both so comfortable and happy together, put a smile on my face. She really does belong here, it just wouldn’t feel the same without her now.

That evening, I had dinner with my two sons at home. The table was full of delicious food. The atmosphere was warm. Leo put a piece of fish on my plate and smiled. "Mom, I made this dish. You taught me. Taste it." I took a bite and nodded with satisfaction. "It's delicious. Our Leo has grown up. He knows how to care for people." Sam didn't want to be outdone. He poured me a glass of juice. "Mom, I squeezed this for you specially! It's very sweet!" I looked at my two sons, my heart filled with warmth.

My Mom insisted on Zoe joining us for dinner. Zoe looked at the door, then at my mom, and sighed. "Alright, Mrs. Blackwood. You win." We sat down at the small dining table. Mom had made a big pot of spicy jambalaya—shrimp, sausage, and rice soaked in a thick, savory tomato broth. It was my favorite comfort food, the kind of meal that usually made all my problems disappear. Tonight, it tasted like ash. "This is amazing, Mrs. Blackwood" Zoe said, taking a huge bite and nodding appreciatively. "Seriously, I might need the recipe."

" she finishes My father just shakes his head and looks at Azrael, jerking his chin towards the kitchen. A moment after they head in there, they both reappear with huge serving bowls. Azrael sets down a huge bowl of fried rice, while my father sets down another serving dish with what looks like stir fry. My stomach growls as I take everything in. I look at the massive pot my father brought in before all this, and see its a soup of some kind "Miso soup. It's delicious" Azrael says as my father shudders

The owners are pack members, who joined from Italy, this is real food. “Another stupid American asks why the Alfredo is not ‘creamy’” Mamá says as she brings us menus. “Restaurants here ruin good food.” “Can I get my pizza please,” Zach asks her with a little pout. “My best friend is teasing me about my sister.” “Oh, little Alpha,” Mamá pulls his head to her chest in a motherly squeeze. “Is the Beta being mean to my Alpha?” “Yes, Mamá,” Zach plays it up.

They both hugged each other as they exchange pleasantries, her mom holds her daughter's face to hers "How are you holding up? And why didn't you call your father and me immediately that scumbag came to your house?" Tade shrugs "I handled him boldly by myself, You've always taught me to be strong, I was strong that night" her mom holds her close "I am proud of you, come and sit. I made assorted meat pepper soup for you, you can have that now or decide to go for moimoi and pap which is also ready but your efo riro (vegetables) is ready for you to take home" Tade's stomach excitedly churns