Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

I cover the phone as I suck in a breath. “Yeah,” I manage. “I’d love to see them too. Missing Nathan and Freya’s handfasting sucked—but thanks for livestreaming it for me.” “We missed you too, Ryder. But with the way things are…” He trails off. He doesn’t need to finish that sentence. “How’s Mama? And you? You two keeping busy now that you’re not Luna and Lune anymore?” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Mama’s volunteering at the preschool. That she-wolf wants some grandpups bad.” Dad laughs. “And I’m busy at the garage. Wyatt’s thinking of selling it.”

Bella I saw my mother in her default state: coffee in one hand, legs crossed, and her free hand stroking the cat on her lap in her rocking chair. “That is so not the face of someone who's mourning her dead husband, is it?” I thought to myself ignoring the noise of my heels clicking on the tiled floor, echoing across the quiet house. I didn't take off my sunglasses because my eyes were still quite swollen and it was the last thing I wanted them to see.

I shut my eyes slowly to take in a deep breath, but open them immediately as the image of ny mom's bleeding corpse flashes before my eyes. In shock and surprise I move my hands away from the red stain to gain composure, but end up leaning my hand against the gas heating area. A scream escapes my hand because it was still freaking hot. I stumble a few steps back, the rag falling out of my hand as I use my now free hand to clutch my burnt hand. Moments later, I hear rushing steps and look up for a second to see Mr. Ron's daughter's panicked expression. Dropping the now empty tray on the kitchen cabinet with a bang, she rushes over to inspect my injury.

she said. "You're yapping your mouth, and you haven't done anything? This car is heavy." "Mama Kate, please tell your man that it's okay to get a new car. I'm eating dust underneath this rust." "Stop dissing my car. I'm not getting rid of it." "And that is why you've been single all these years. Your dick probably fell off—"

SKYLA. Mama had made a delicious meal, and Royce had not failed in complimenting her several times, making her blush happily. “No really, it’s delicious.” Royce says as he eats Mama’s signature brownies with hot custard. “You went out of your way to make so much.” “Oh thank you, it really wasn’t much at all!” Mama exclaims, waving her hand. I cock a brow. Wasn’t much? She went full out with six different dishes and three desserts…

“Good morning, ma.” “Good morning.” Marsha replied. She took some steps and stood in front of Anna, who fixed her eyes on her laptop screen and was pressing the keyboard non-stop. “Hey!” Marsha raised her voice. She looked around and discharged a deep breath to control herself. She lowered her voice and call. “Anna, are you blind?”

Instead, without fail, every time I returned home, she'd make me a bowl of risotto. Once my bowl was empty, I briefly told Mom about everything that had happened over the past three years. After listening to my story, she only had one question. "Tania." "Yeah?" "Have you cried it out yet?" I nodded. "I have." "That's good to hear." Mom patted my hand. "Get to bed then. We'll start over when the sun rises tomorrow." That night, I got a full eight hours of sleep at Mom's house. It was the deepest sleep I'd had in three years.

I just frown when I look at Mama's place. Suddenly, he would laugh, as if he was thrilled. I took a cart and started pushing it. Mama smiles as she buys the ingredients she will need for the lasagna. Which ended up being our monthly grocery. So there were more people who bought. "Oh my gosh! Don't tell me you're going to get drunk later while I'm gone?!" I was tormented by what Mama said. I only got three can beers and three bottles of soju. This is not for today or maybe it can...