Kitchen Momoi Novels & Stories

He wanted to do a lot of things to it. “Moma is trying to kill me because you are in her kitchen,” he finally said after he managed to get his eyes off her butts. She turned with a surprised look on her face “Moma? Who is Moma?” she asked Seeing her confused, Ike explained, “Mrs Okonkwo, the cook.”

" what are we cooking today ma'am?" She stops from what she's doing and glares at me. " MAMA." I gulped and tries to smile," m-mama?" She then smiles and looks at the things she is washing from the sink. " his favorite dish... Omurice" I don't know what kind of this that was but having the name of rice made me think that it has rice on it.

With enthusiasm, Jenny immediately took a piece of salmon steak and a large spoonful of salad, then put a big slice of salmon into her mouth, followed by a spoonful of fresh salad. She closed her eyes, and a smile spread across her lips. “Hmm, so delicious. The taste of the steak and salad is just like Mom’s cooking. But how is that possible?” My gaze shifted to Grandma. A broad smile spread across her lips. Her eyes conveyed a sense of pride. “I’m a big fan of your mother. She’s an extraordinary woman with a wealth of talents. One day, my late husband and I visited the Moores’ home. We had lunch together, and it turned out that your mother had cooked every dish on the table. Of course, that

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

I just sit there and listen to these two women talk about me like I'm not in the room. " Nah, he just wouldn't stop talking about you. I'm happy you finally gave him a chance. This son of mine has been lost for a while. I'm glad you found him." " Really mom." Mom smiles and pushes a plate of her traditional recipe towards Naomi. " Please enjoy yourself." Mom says and gives me mine too. " Thank you, Karen." With a small flash of her rare smile, we start to eat. Once we're done, mom starts her interrogation.

she replied, still living in her daydream. I honestly think they will make a great pair but who knows?. I parked the car in front of the pack house. The pack house contains our family and a few of our close relatives like my annoying cousin. "Mom!" I yelled the moment I walked through the door with Damien and Katherine close behind me. "I'm over here!" she replied and I followed her voice to the kitchen. My stomach grumbles when different aromas of food hit my nostrils. My mom being the Luna isn't supposed to be in the kitchen but she refused to let anyone do her "duties" like she says.

I clutch the sink counter, unable to tear my eyes from his intimidating gaze. His eyes wander down my body and I freeze. “Let me help” he says and reaches for my waist and I melt with his touch, my panties already soaked by the sight of him. The kitchen door swings open and mom walks in, she looks at me with sharp judging eyes and a scowl. Caden let's go and my body begs for him to hold me again. Just one last time. He turns and gives mom a friendly smile. “Do you want to join us to do the dishes?”

I tried to summarize Akio. Mom frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Is this girl American?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I know my mom isn’t fond of the idea of being getting involved with American women. She still hasn’t fully let go of what the country did to her, my dad, and other citizens that are of Japanese descent during the war. “No, mom. She's Japanese. Akio Yoshida.” I answer, smiling just thinking about her.

Maybe now people would begin to respect me rather than treating me like an outcast. It wasn’t long before the sound of sizzling and the scent of something cooking caught my attention, and I followed it to the kitchen. “Hey, Mom.” I rounded the corner to find my mom standing at the stove, cooking her famous carbonara. “Hey, honey,” my mom said as I slid onto one of the barstools across the counter from her. “How was your day?” I couldn’t seem to hide my smile. “It was really good, actually,” I said.

The woman flipped her silky hair as she harrumphed, "What are you looking at, girl? Has your mother gotten beautiful overnight? Anyways...What I wanted to say was I personally instructed the chef to cook your favorite breakfast." Mo Jia remained expressionless. Su Yahui stretched her cheeks hard, "What's up with this poker face of yours?" As a mother, she wondered what she ate to have the Mo siblings as her children. One was a more weird specimen than the other. Grandma Mo frowned the moment she stepped inside the living room. Her eyes widening in astonishment, "Jia'er, you" "What happened?" As Grandpa Mo's gaze followed hers, he too froze. Su Yahui curiously peeked inside while Mo Jia walke