Mama Mie Novels & Stories

Mia says in a whisper voice. "It's okay Mia, you can taste some different flavors Nevie, and decide which one you like" mama explains to me, I agree to that. She parked the car soon after, dada helped me out of the car, he held my hand and got us inside, there was so many flavors, I didn't know which one I like or want. "You can try our favorite first if you want Neve" dada suggests, asking the guy for small spoons of the said flavor. My favorite one is cookie dough, it's Mia's favorite, I loved it, dada's one was chocolate, mama loves one with fruit flavor.

I left. Miaka's inquisitive face is the first to welcome me as I return to the village's main house, where the gathering is always held. She was carrying a stack of dried banana leaves, which were used to wrap the sticky rice known as budbod, a popular delicacy in our village. "What's your deal with Mr. Sainthood?" she asks cynically, her voice tinged with suspicion. "Nothing." She looked unconvinced. Well, if I were in her shoes, I might react similarly.

‘Jambalaya is a dish,’ said Tara helpfully as she seated herself beside Maddy with a sidelong smile, "it is like a hot pot and you are going to love it!' “Aaah…’ said Maja pretending to understand but she knew she was totally unconvincing.Proserpina went on softly, gently. ’It’s alright, we also have Macaroni and cheese as well as Meatloaf and then, apple pie.’ Maddy sat, mouth hanging open. Tara giggled. “Mumma is a fantastic cook!’ she boasted even as April shook her head warningly at her daughter. Maja sat weakly. She longed to sink to the earth. Suddenly, “Pappa!’ cried one of the boys, the twins, or rather, triplets, as Maddy had confided in her.

" 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

written by Massuccio Salernitano in 1476. I was in my room. "Din, it's time for breakfast," Mom said. "Yes, Mom, just a moment..." "Mom's waiting, let's have breakfast together." "Okay... I'm coming..." I walked from my room to the kitchen and found Mom's homemade duck fried rice. We had breakfast together at the kitchen table. Although it didn't taste as good as Mbak Lastri's cooking, Mom's food was still delicious. It's my favorite food at home.

Brian knelt down between my legs. "I think I should taste more of your tight pussy Maeve." Brian said. Opening my legs again, I looked down to see his big brown eyes widen and said,” You have coloured your pink pussy red, baby girl. I am loving it.” "Mmm you have to be always this open for your step daddy!" He looked up into my deep blue eyes as they smiled back him. "Yes!" I giggled back. "Then I think Maeve, your daddy should give your wet pussy a good licking."

As he pounded his hands on the steering wheel, Marvin suddenly thought of another place that he had not gone to. Without thinking about starting the car, he drove forward. "Sister Lin, I've made you a bowl of noodles. Have some!" Miaomiao basically ate in the school canteen. She would only cook at home on weekends. Seeing that Lin Mengya had an appetite, she only made a bowl of noodles for her. "Thank you, Miaomiao. I don't have an appetite. You can eat it yourself!"

After a few seconds, I walked back to the bed with an orange tray filled with a plate of the creamy tomato pasta prepared just for her. "Thank you, Mia," she wakes up to appreciate, with a kind gesture laced on her face, but she hasn't opened the cover on the food plate to reveal the creamy tomato pasta I prepared specially for her. I watched as she gently removed the cover on the food. "Mama Mia," she muttered happily; her chuckles left a smile on my face. She grasped the tray from my hand, took the fork, used it to lift a small portion, and consumed the pasta. "Hmm, yummy, just like how Mom used to prepare it," she uttered, her voice soft and firm.

Leon said. "Thanks, I appreciate it," I replied. "I got you some pain au chocolat, your favorite," He said wiggling his brows, "and a matcha latte. I wasn't sure if you drink coffee so I chose tea." Leon continued. My smile dropped a little, it's been so long since we last saw each other and it suddenly feels like we no longer know each other. I couldn't tell him that pain au chocolat was not my favorite anymore so I just gave him a smile.

"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”