Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

She glanced at Samuel and me before continuing, "Let Samuel move in and take care of you, Naomi." I found it too troublesome for Samuel. Besides, why would I still need my younger brother to take care of me when I was already an adult? "I can take care of myself." "It's a miracle you haven't poisoned yourself with that cooking skill of yours," Mom said in disbelief. I smiled sheepishly when she mentioned my cooking skills. I enjoyed being in the kitchen and experimenting with recipes. Yohan and Julian would call them dark cuisines, but thankfully Samuel was fond of it, so this hobby remained with me until now.

A⁠Y‍ANA: “Ti​red. My mo⁠uth st‍ill hurts. But‌ J⁠j​ajja​ is telling me stories about wh‍en D⁠add‌y was⁠ litt‌le‍ an‌d got into⁠ trou‍ble.” MAMA GRACE: (ap​p⁠earing o​n screen) “He wa⁠s a ter⁠ror. Clim⁠bed everyth⁠i‌ng​, brok​e everything, ‍ worrie⁠d me. Constantly”​ AM⁠ON:⁠ “‌Mama, you're ruining my repu​tation.​” AYANA: (‌giggling—the sound precious and rare) “Tell m‍e more, Jjajja!”

“Oh, come on, Cassandra. Do you really think I came here for a friendly chat? I’m sure you still enjoy living under this roof. A roof I could’ve taken from you if I wanted. But I didn’t, because, despite everything, we’re family.” Mama looked at her with disdain, her eyes flashed with anger. “You took everything from us. Everything my husband labored for. You’re nothing but a vulture. I’d rather burn in hell than give you the passcode to anything. Get the hell out of my house!” Mama said, flaring up. “Or what? You'll push me out from your wheelchair?” Big Margaret scoffed. Her expression hardened. She stood, towering over Mama. “Careful, Cassandra. You’re not in any position to make threats.

My Mom insisted on Zoe joining us for dinner. Zoe looked at the door, then at my mom, and sighed. "Alright, Mrs. Blackwood. You win." We sat down at the small dining table. Mom had made a big pot of spicy jambalaya—shrimp, sausage, and rice soaked in a thick, savory tomato broth. It was my favorite comfort food, the kind of meal that usually made all my problems disappear. Tonight, it tasted like ash. "This is amazing, Mrs. Blackwood" Zoe said, taking a huge bite and nodding appreciatively. "Seriously, I might need the recipe."

Charmine then told Chris, “Mommy rides a motorbike, so I can’t bring a child along with me. If you leave now, all these lobster rolls would be thrown away.” There was a rule in the Bailey mansion; no leftovers were allowed. That meant that if the lobster rolls were not eaten, they would be thrown away. Chris picked up one roll hastily and blurted, “No, Momo loves Mommy! Momo’s heart will go out with Mommy while my body stays here to take out all these lobster rolls!”

She then started tickling the child. "Mommy, hahaha, stop, stop. I'm awake, I'm awake, hahaha." Dream said while trying to stop her Aunt's hands. Yara stopped and gave another kiss to her niece. "Come, Mooma is waiting. She cooked your favorite ham and bacon rice." Yara said and Dream hurriedly stood up and went inside the comfort room to clean up.

He gives me puppy eyes that it’s hard to ignore. “You had one yesterday, Clyde, too much sweet is not good for you,” I replied, thinking that he might drop the cream pie thing today. However, like how he was persistent in being my protector, he pouted and look at me again with the most innocent one, “then, is that a no, mom?” OMG, the only Alpha I can’t say no to! “That’s not what I mean, I’m saying that you should know how to control yourself when it comes to cream pie. I will buy you one today but not tomorrow, okay?” I said.

No one noticed Mom leaving except me. She went first to find Billy the Bully. "Hey, Billy. Come over here. You hit Willow before, didn't you? I'm here to reward you!" Billy the Bully lit up at that and ran over without hesitation. The next second, the knife was lodged straight into his chest. Blood splattered across Mom's face. "Billy!" Mama Bully screamed, rushing toward them. "You crazy bitch! I'm going to kill you!"

“Mommy!” “Your mommy is dead, little brat!” The woman spat at her. "I'll only let go of your hair if you show me your father's safe." Jenny got increasingly angry when she saw how loud Hayley’s cries were getting, landing two slaps on her face so she would keep quiet.

I had been lodging at the hotel because I was trying to avoid Mary. As I stepped inside, the rich aromas of home-cooked food hit me, but the one that caught my attention most was the kimchi as it brought back the old memories of Lee Sun's mom cooking. His mother was a perfect mother that every child wished for. I couldn't even remember a time when my own mother cooked for me, as everything was done by the maids. But Mary couldn't be the one to prepare this, as she couldn't even boil an egg, let alone cook. She must have ordered the food or perhaps her mother sent it over.