Luka Fat Novels & Stories

I crouched at my front door and sobbed. My mother hurriedly hugged me, a few tears dropping onto my cheeks. "Chloe, at least you still have Mom." After crying, I stood up, reheated the food, and cooked a birthday steak for her. To be a qualified Luna for Fred, I spent nine years studying Luna etiquette and culinary arts. I could remember the exact tastes of over twenty core Pack members. Yet, I had never cooked a single meal for my mother.