Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

I didn't look at him. Mrs. Romero, his mom, prepared a lot of food for our dinner. She had cooked the other food which is her favorite food to cook. "Does it taste good, Rosa?" Mrs. Romero asked my auntie if it tastes good. "Yes. I'm going to rate it from one to ten, and I will give you ten. It tastes good. Very delicious," Auntie Rosa replied to her friend. "Thank you, Rosa. How about you, Kate Ro—" Mrs. Romero didn't finish her sentence when her son begins to speak. He caught our attention. He's always an attention seeker.

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.

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—"

The roar shook the square, Naples his for the taking. He didn’t know the guard’s defection, didn’t feel the noose tightening—his world was this moment, this fight. **** ***** **** ** ***** **** *** **** Back at the estate, Mama sat in the parlor, a wool blanket over her lap, the fire crackling low. She’d been restless—Rosa’s absence a splinter she couldn’t pull—when a knock came.

"I've been nothing but a burden to you. I never realized how much you've done for me. I haven't been a good mother-in-law. I'm sorry." I chuckled and squeezed her hand. "We're family. There's no need to say sorry. It's not your fault. I was the one who never understood the importance of communication." Ruth looked a little shy. "I'll take care of myself from now on. I won't have any more greasy food. As for Mary, I've blocked her number. She won't fool me again." I nodded. "I'll be right here with you." Rain was pouring outside the window. By the time we arrived home, the sky was already dark.

"Maryam isn't familiar with all those meals you're listing." "Eh ... It's because you're always cooking noodles for her." Mama retorted and then turned to Maryam again who was now smiling. "Don't worry. After you stay with me for about a week you'll get fat. Your mom and dad won't even recognize you when they see you again." "But Grandma, do I really need to eat Eba?" Maryam asked, squeezing her face like only the thought of it could make her puke. Mama nodded in affirmative.

When we finally finished in the kitchen, succesful in leaving the kitchen in one piece and not in flames we make our way back to the middle of my living room which is now covered in tons of food. We dig in, Roxy puts on reruns of her favourite wild n out episodes. The three of us stuff our faces as we sit there and watch the episodes. "Yesss, I'm starving" Mason groans as he practically sprints to our inside picnic. He looks at us as if asking permission. We all giggle but nod. He digs in, stuffing his mouth like a man starved. We all laughing so hard at the roasts when my brother calls for Mason but he just ignores my brother and makes himself comfortable between Lex and I.

Now they were even, if he kept on licking and sucking on it, even she would want to taste the cookie. "Mama,mama!" They heard the tiny voice even before the door to their room was burst open. Enough time to get their stuff straight. "Cock blocker", Lupus mumbled. Laureffaine smacked him on the head. "What was that for?", He fake cried. "Mama!", Fafa yelled and spread her arms wide. This mama thing was really freaking Laureffaine out. Lupus gave her a thumbs up as she hugged Fafa and she replied with a side eye.

a poor girl like me wouldn't be able to pay for anything I dared spoil. I sat between Ryder and Debbie, across from their mother, who wore a navy blouse and that effortless calm that somehow made me sit straighter without being told. Everything about the room said watch your manners. I didn’t touch the bread. “I hope you like roasted turkey,” Ryder’s mom said kindly. “Our chef insists on doing things the old-fashioned way.” “It... smells amazing,” I replied, meaning it... but still afraid I might reach for the wrong glass and be exiled from the estate.