Novel & Cerita Malevolent Kitchen Meme

I said unable to explain it openly. She just stared at me. "Because of what?" "It’s complicated," I replied. Just then, a group of warriors came in for breakfast led by Kelvin. When he stepped into the kitchen with his crew…he inhaled audibly as if smelling something strong. Suddenly, we heard a growl thunder throughout the kitchen. "MATE!"

“Yes… yes… two eggs for your wolf! My boots will run to the kitchen fire this very second. Our boy wants tomato and egg pasta! Someone run to the market slates and buy the freshest tomatoes and forest eggs right away!” Elder J'onn Cute is equally astounded, his chest heaving with relief. “Malek, does your mind know who my face is?” “Grandpa J'onn.” “Ha!” J'onn Cute exhales a giant breath he has been holding inside his lungs for hours. “Malek, say that name again for my ears.” “Grandpa J'onn.” The Blackmoor pack members are completely overjoyed, as if it were a grand moon festival morning, all crowding around Malek’s bed with happy faces. My mouth quietly exhales a breath of true relief, shar

“Kae, what the hell is this supposed to be?” Kae scowled, crossing his arms. “Food.” “Is this your first time cooking?” Elian asked, nose wrinkled. “Yeah, and you obviously know that! ”Kae snapped. “I followed the recipe. Exactly.” “What recipe?” Elian asked. Kae looked away. “…a video.” “From where? The comments section of a hate forum?” He didn’t answer. I took another bite just so Kae wouldn’t stab him with a spoon. My face betrayed me immediately. My eye twitched. My soul wrote a will.

Matt jumped in laughing. "There's no point in laughing, it will only prove how much of a macho man you are. I mean macho macho,macho man you've got to be, a macho man macho, macho man you've got to be." Grey teased, making some funny gestures with his hands. “Did you hear that?” Killian turned to Matt, laughed and shook his head. Matt willed himself not to laugh at his joke but it was already hard as he ended up giving a husky laugh at his words.

“Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?“ Mason asked me as I meandered into the Kitchen. He was going through the stocks in the refrigerator to check if any of the products were expired. It has become a normal routine for him after my last experience of using expired milk to make pancakes. Mason was the kind of person who loved everything to be orderly. Contrary to Calvin, my brother only gets composed when he is cooking. Apart from when he is in the kitchen, every other part of him is disorderly. "Earth to Drew," he said, snapping a finger in front of my face. “What did you say?“ I asked him. I had forgotten what his question was. He shook his head. “Why do you look like something bad ha

Alpha Kael, sensing her anger, quickly followed her upstairs. Kael's mother looked around the table, worried that her cooking was to blame. "Don't you all like the food I prepared?" she asked, seeking reassurance. Jackson, trying to ease her concerns, chimed in, "Of course, Mother, not even the world's best chef could make something this delicious!" Kieran quickly agreed, "Yes, Aunt, it's wonderful!"

The small pan hissed softly as the oil heated, the sharp scent of roughly crushed garlic already filling the kitchen before I realized I was humming. Fuck. A Shakira song. Wildly off-brand for this morning’s mood, which had gone to hell at five twelve a.m. sharp, when Arsen, the technological bastard I’ve called my enemy since we were both fermenting in Mama’s womb, spammed my W******p with fifteen random memes and one AI-generated video of Harry Potter lip-syncing a reggaeton song.

A few minutes later, he exits with just a towel wrapped around him, and Meme shrieks, “what is with you prancing around in the nude” “As I told you, it’s my room. Turn around”, he tells her. I started cleaning up the blankets Meme and Kyle obviously used last night to stop myself from looking. When he’s done, we follow him down to the kitchen where all sorts of fried meats and stuff are left out on an island counter. I’m not eating any of that, so I open the fridge and hear Meme say, “Lala doesn’t eat processed foods”! “What do you mean by that?”, he asks… Wow, he’s a dumbass!

In the room, Kelvin stared at Kisa blankly as he said, "Y-You're crazy, Kisa. I'm not Gilbert. It's me, Kelvin. Look at me. I'm Kelvin…" "Tsk. This woman has gone mad. She doesn't even recognize her own friend anymore," The Mullen family started to discuss amongst themselves. "No sh*t. She can't even recognize her own husband." "She must be possessed. She said that her husband is her enemy."