Tamatoa Moana Novels & Stories

Well, they do resemble each other anyway. “What are you cooking, Mory?” asked Tristan as we tried to have a peak on what Mory is cooking. Mory then looked at us and smile. “I’m currently cooking some Veggie-Packed Cauliflower rice and taco lettuce wraps. Oh, and I already cooked some macaronade setoise and grilled dover sole.” Tristan and I looked at each other and nodded. “That looks yummy!” Tristan cooed. “I’m sure that is, after all Mory is the one who cooked them so there’s no way that it would taste bad.” I said.

I told them. "So, that's the reason why you have no plans in coming home?" Mom said with pain in her voice. "Actually, I have plans, Mom. I will going home. but not now." I answered her caressing her back. "What's this, baby?" Dad pointed at the food who look like a scrambled egg. "That's whitebait fritters dad. It is one of the delicacy of New Zealand. It is made up of egg, fish anf flour." I informed.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

It was like any normal watermelon, just that it had two distinct markings on either side and on the center of the two marks, was a hole that ran from one side to the other. “What is this?” Ejima asked. “This,” Ngozi pointed to the watermelon. “Is a target melon” “Well?” Ejima shrugged. The glee in the eyes of the woman was causing more confusion. “Before the chief died, she predicted that you would shoot this target from a far distance and not miss.” “Ah, hilarious.” Ejima chuckled, “I didn't shoot anything…” She paused when she remembered the flaming arrow and the way she had stopped it. A sudden chill went from her bones, into every part of her body. Could it be that these people had predi

I needed to feel him fill me. I looked down at his V-line. The old tattoo was still there. My name. Moana. In italics, just like the little flower. He had gotten it years ago, before everything fell apart, when we were young and stupid and burning. He had marked himself with my name and he had never removed it. It was still there, still dark, still permanent. "You still have it," I said.

Tamara smiled sweetly at him, and then he washed his hands and said, “I will wash and chop vegetables for you.” Tamara gave him onions, robot peppers, carrots, tomatoes, cucumber, lettuce, butternut, and spinach to wash. Zion washed the vegetables, then he chopped them. Tamara thanked him and asked him to leave. Zion smiled at her and said, “I will keep you company.” Tamara smiled sweetly at him. When the water was boiling, she put butter and aromat, then she added maize meal and mixed it with a wooden spoon. Then she cooked a butternut.

CHAPTER 6.1 She gets on my motorbike as she sits behind me before I speed off to a nearby cafe which also serves some really fresh fruit bowls and really great fruit shakes freshly picked from their fruit garden located on the back of their shop. I parked my motorbike as I entered the cafe called OFF SHORE with Merry walking next to me. We sat on a table for two and ordered fruit bowls and cold fruit shakes. She ordered Berry Bowl which was mostly composed of different kind of berries and a few legume under the strawberry flavor yogurt with a chocolate and banana fruit shake while I ordered Super Bowl which mostly composed of different kinds of fruits with yogurt in it and my favourite mango

“You’ve had three big pieces already.” “I have? I don’t remember eating them.” Peter and Margaret laughed. Peter said, “She means sweet potatoes.” “Yeah, we call them kumara. It’s a Maori word for sweet potatoes,” Alex said. “Kumara,” Jay tried out the word. “I like the name.” After a good, hearty dinner and then dessert of ice cream and fruits, Alex said good night to the Thompsons and left. It was cold and dark outside as she rushed to her car. She was about to get in when Jay called out to her. “Hey, sorry to bother you.”

Amaria became glum and inquired, "Don't you like the name, is 'Ammon' not to your liking?" "No, I love it, thank you mas- I mean Lady Amaria," Ammon said as he hugged her. "Just call me Amaria," Amaria frowned and glared at him. He chuckled and said, "Alright, Amaria." Amaria flushed slightly as she heard him say her name in his deep soothing voice. She had no idea what she was doing when she hugged him back. " Where are we going this time?" Teresa inquired, pulling Amaria out of the hug and pulling Ammon along, and replied, "Did you forget we planned on returning to Mana's Bloom?"