Ryder Cook Mom Novels & Stories

Ava said. Helena, Jayden and Lavender looked at Ryder in shock. "You don't have to look so shocked, I know my way around the kitchen." Ryder told them. "We are quite aware of that. But you don't like cooking." Helena said. "Ava said she was hungry and I decided to cook for her, there is no big deal." Ryder said as he stirred the sauce. "I can't wait to eat, your cooking always tastes so good." Jayden said hopefully. Ryder gave him an unimpressed look, "in your dreams." he replied.

My momma says with a chuckle as dad looks at her. “No, we missed out on Rebel. We are not missing out on this one. So you better be at her beck and call Ryder, or you will have me to answer to. I don’t want her standing for too long. She needs to eat little and often and nothing is too much trouble. If she is craving fast food at three in the morning, you get your ass up and out that door to make sure she has what she wants. Or you will answer to me. My Principessa deserves the best.” He says, pointing a finger at Ryder. I fight the chuckle that is building up my throat.

"Stick a fork in me, I'm done." Ryker chuckled under his breath as he flexed his fingers on my thigh. "I love you. I love your cooking. Tomorrow we eat salads and meat. No carbs." Momma snorted. "Protein is for pansies." Ryker didn't rise to the bait. He was probably fighting off his own carb coma. Other than the quick ham sandwich we'd had for lunch, we'd really only had carbs today. I was feeling it, that was the freaking truth.

"My mom cooked every meal we ate. She could make some elaborate shit with virtually nothing. If she got a chicken, there wasn't a single part of it that went to waste. She had to get creative, but she has a knack for it." I just couldn't picture a young Ryker sitting around his parents' kitchen table eating homemade meals. In my mind, he'd come out of a test tube-there was no way he'd incubated in a womb-pierced and covered in tattoos. I couldn't picture him as a little boy, either. Somehow, he'd entered the world as a grown man with mountains of attitude and a pissy disposition.

"I've been thinking about finances lately. About who in this household has access to money." My stomach dropped. "You've managed the household accounts since you married my son." Eleanor's eyes never left my face. "Twenty years of controlling every coin that passes through this packhouse." "I managed the accounts responsibly—" "Did you?" She tilted her head. "Because I find it hard to believe that in twenty years, you never skimmed a little off the top. Never set aside a private fund for yourself. Never prepared for a rainy day." I couldn't breathe. "Mother," my husband said slowly, understanding dawning on his face. "You're right. Cordelia has been managing the money for two decades. She mu

Karen cooed. “Mom, don’t start cryin’,” Manny hugged his mom. “Everybody please, have a seat, so we can dig in. The kitchen has been working hard on this wonderful meal.” Drake said. They all sat down, enjoyed the company, food and conversation. Ryle quickly put her hand over her mouth, got up and ran to the bathroom. “Ryder is your mate okay?” Lisa asked with worry.

"Boys need to eat more meat if they want to grow strong." As she spoke, my mother dropped an entire drumstick into Ryder Cavallaro's plate, watching him eat until his mouth was slick with grease, the wrinkles on her face blooming with satisfaction. The scene of being poisoned in my previous life was still vivid in my mind. Staring at the table full of rich dishes, I found myself unable to pick up my cutlery. Ryder noticed I had not touched my food and paused, sneaking glances at me, worried that I would be upset like before when he only ate meat. I pretended not to notice and simply sighed. "The weather's crazy hot, Mom. I don't really have an appetite."

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”