Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

But Tara grabbed me, holding me back with surprising strength. “ You shouldn’t upset Aunt Margaret any further,” she said softly, feigning concern. Mom finished the call and lowered her phone with an air of triumph. Her gaze pierced me, full of smug satisfaction. “It’s done. The box has already been burned. When you chose to do wrong, you should’ve known the price you’d pay.” My arms fell limp at my sides as the fight drained out of me. In my mind, I could see the box engulfed in flames, its contents reduced to ash.

The gator lingered, waiting for seconds. Mama dipped a spoon, tasted her stew, smacked her lips. “Needs salt.” She sprinkled more in, then turned, eyes sharp on me. Jax spread his hands. “What do you want from us in the meantime? Sit here and… drink tea?” Mama’s grin went bright. “Yes.” She slid a chipped cup toward him. “An’ you pray for your King to be virile. Den she can help who she want” “He won’t touch her,” I said.

And my mate will promise to do just that. We will say human traditional wedding vows. And then he will mark me. And I will mark him. We will have dinner and then sneak off to make love all night. “MOM!” I say, looking at the back garden. “You did it. You made it all real. WOW!” “Ty helped, but yeah we did it,” Mom stands beside me. She is dressed and ready. The moon is up, and I smell dinner cooking. Tonight, is brisket, ribs, Jennifer gave the recipe for her mother’s tamales, Yellow and Red Rices, grilled corn, other grilled veggies and of course my favorite, Chocolate Cake.

“Dinner’s ready! Mama and Mama Red went full feast mode. You miss it, you cry.” Kat scooped Koda up, who immediately started babbling about noodles and cookies and “big bread like a pillow.” We walked into the dining room together, the warehouse warm with smells that made my stomach growl—garlic, roasted meat, something sweet baking low and slow. Mama Red was plating lasagna like she was feeding royalty. Mama had a tray of rolls that looked like clouds. Everyone was already gathering—club brothers, strays, family. The kind of crowd that didn’t need blood to feel bonded.

Axel told me that you're a picky eater that loves just Italian food and a dash of Roman as well so I had the chefs prepare Italy's Focaccia and Rome's Spaghetti Carbonara. Oh my goodness… I may not like this lady but if she was offering food this delicious, who was I to reject such an offer? “Wow! You really outdid yourself ma'am also I'm not really picky. I can eat just about anything ma'am.” She turned to Axel with a confused expression. “What did you tell me, Axel?” “Mother, she really doesn't eat much and has Italian and Roman recipes all over the house.” Just what was this sneaky brat trying to do?

She felt her lungs become tight as her eyes began to sting. "I think a Momma is someone who would eat nasty spinach when they want butta butta cake. And a Momma is going to fix up her baby's room so that she can be a princess. A Momma is going to work extra hard so that her baby has what they need. A Momma does my hair and not the other way around! Momma's cook dinner instead of bringing home fish and French fries for dinner every other day! And a Momma should say, Juicy you are not alone; even though Felix is dead now, you are not alone!" Her hands were balled into tight fists and she looked down at them suddenly.

The woman had just treated the asshole like an adored, favorite child. What the hell? He caught my gaze, and his eyes flashed with annoyance. He dug into his soup. His favorite. I scooped up a spoonful. Robust herbs danced across my taste buds, and I hummed my approval. I swallowed. “This is delicious.” “I’m glad you like it, dear,” Mrs. Holt said. “We have an excellent cook.” “So, why do they call you Mama?” Xavier answered for her. “We call her Mama because she is just that to the three of us.”

I smiled and said softly, "Mom, this is our cat, Candy. We named her that because we want her life to be as sweet as candy." Candy peeked around curiously in his arms, looking impossibly cute. Not far away, a butterfly landed gently on Mom's headstone. After a moment, it spread its wings and flew into the bright blue sky.

The bus stopped, and she rushed out as fast as she could, heading two her house which was about two minutes away. On getting home, she saw two black heavily tinted cars parked outside her house. There were two hefty men dressed in all black standing beside each car, and she began to get scraped. The plate number of the car read “Big Boss”, and that was all she needed to know. Someone from the biggest mafia in the city, “The Shadow Empire” is here. But, what could be the affiliation of her family with them? She dashed inside to see her father and mother kneeling in front of an unknown man, who was holding a pistol.

“Ryan, oh Ryan.” “Yes Ma’am.” Ryan said as he ran in. He looked a little out of breath but he still had a gentle smile on his face. “Hate to do this to you Ryan but she needs a ride home. Baking is mostly done so I will take over the kitchen with Brent. She is exhausted.” Mama Chika said holding Rosalie close in fear she would fall. Rosalie didn’t mind for Mama Chika’s embrace reminded her of her grandmas hugs and she sure did miss them. They where like hugging a teddy bear. That feeling of security.