Regular Show Meat Your Maker Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" I didn't answer. I reached across the table, picking up a piece of the roasted meat Marek had so proudly served. I dropped it onto the floor. "The meat is tainted, Marek," I said, my voice low and steady. "It tastes like the silver you fed me for twenty-one years. It tastes like a coward’s fear." Marek’s face went from pale to a deep, bruised purple. "You ungrateful brat. I took that five million to save your grandmother. I saved this pack!"

~*~*~*~ An hour later, she’s dressed and ready and finishing up her breakfast while watching her brother-in-law have his third serving of food. “How can you eat so much food, Julio?” She asked. “My motto is; eat like you’re about to take the electric chair.” He tells me with a smug look on his face. “Where did that even come from?” She asked while she laughed. “When a criminal is on death row, before he is killed, they give them a lot of food. It’s their last meal before they send them to the afterlife.” “So, you eat as though you are about to be sent to the afterlife?”

Black Hamilton POV Learning to cook next to Mina is quite fun. After things calm down and I have my knuckles bandaged, we make available all the necessary things with elements to learn how to make beef fillet with salads and mashed potatoes. A very homemade meal for my taste; my diet is based on dietary meats at the order of my trainer, junk or gourmet when it comes to outings or rank conferences. "Don't do that," she tells me, pausing when I try to remove the skin from the potatoes.

~~PEYTON~~ “We made your favourite Beef and Guinness Pot Pie,” Kira says like a proud little chef, looking domestic in sleek aprons while gesturing to the deep-dish pie sitting in the center. Odin doesn't answer; he pulls out a chair and slumps into it without sparing her a glance.

“And I’ve known you since we were young.” “You knew me?” “Yes, though, understandably, you don’t know me,” Harvey replied as he examined the meat. He then looked at the seller in waiting with furrowed brows. “You guys are selling this stuff? Look at that chartreuse-colored part. This will taste awful. Even its smell is bad,” Harvey complained. The seller scratched his forehead and said, “This is the newest stock on the market, Sir. The meat was profoundly examined earlier,” the vendor reportedly replied.

A bright red piece of meat entered his vision. It was a color she had not seen in a long time, and it seemed to bring her twenty years back into the past... A pretty girl with her hair in two braids was wearing an apron with her sleeves rolled up. Mixing the salt into the fresh meat, she lifted her head and smiled at the man opposite her. "Adrian, the cured meat and kimchi made by my family are a die for! The recipe is only passed down to the females in the family! Adrian, I'm going to make more cured meat this year. I promise you'll have enough to eat. Adrian..." Originally, she wanted to leave this place forever never to return again because everything here easily brought back the memories

It was the final confirmation that she needed. Rat. "Oh, I'm making perfect sense. And if you hate scenes then you married the wrong woman because I'm not prepared to stand by with my head bowed while you walk all over me" she replied.

"All of our special recipes come straight from our old family vault. The meat tastes way better than the expensive stuff uptown—and his food won't burn a hole in your pack resources. That is why the warriors never stop coming to his doors." "It looks like my wolf is about to have the best meal of the whole week," I say, grinning wide as the taste of red sauce plays out in my imagination. With a bright smile lighting up his rosy face, Hailee pushes open the heavy iron door and guides my tracksuit into the warm, inviting diner room. Behind the wooden counter, Hailee’s father, Nia Bello, is juggling three heavy plates of meat when his eyes catch sight of his boy. His tired face lights up with i

Brian smiled slightly, but didn’t look at Myrna when he said, “Don’t we all?” They didn’t lose their tail as they wound through the aisles, but Kevin was a little less obvious about following them. He watched them from one aisle over. The store had an excellent butcher who produced choice cuts of fresh meat. “We’ll have to clean out the freezer when we get back,” Myrna said. “I can’t pass up this meat.” “The freezer is highly toxic,” Trey said. “Can’t we just throw out the whole refrigerator and get a new one?”

Fights would likely spill over onto what was once neutral ground. Gabe and I chatted as I prepared his usual order, The Mountain man breakfast, it consisted of bacon, eggs, sausage, ham, toast, home fries, and three pancakes. He had never finished it all in one sitting but had come close. He was always up for the challenge, as the victors got their meal free. I had consumed it all before easily, as my wolf’s appetite could be ravenous. But I did not put my picture up next to those brave souls who had conquered it over the years.