Yo Mama Roasts Novels & Stories

Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "They are like... six different flavors of Doom. It’s a Doom Buffet." Mama D, the only woman I knew who could look scary while wearing a floral robe and holding a cigarette, blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. She looked us over like a mother hen guarding a bunch of sparkly chicks, "They’re Capones, G."

The person says, who is none other than Mario, her ex-husband. Xavier, who has never seen his mother gets upset other than in the office, was suddenly shocked. At first, he wanted to defend the uncle who is offering him the sausages, but he's getting scared. Xavier chose to hug his mother tightly after all. "Mom, let's back home." Xavier whispers in Lucrecia's ear. The whispers instantly muffled Lucrecia's emotion which is about to burst. Lucrecia exhales slowly, trying to hold back her anger. Then turn around to Alan who is cooking the sausages.

“Whatever you make, Mama, I’ll eat it. But don’t burn your hands.” “You talk big, Rosanne. Didn’t you burn your hands too while playing with that match?” “I wasn’t playing! I was practicing my power, using Papa’s technique to calm my mind and meet my wolf someday!” “Blah blah, you two talk too much.” “Mama, you’re such a bully!”

Mamà’s pained yell peeled through the walls as they burned. "No. No. No." I mumbled, then tried to take a step closer. "Mamà!" I screamed when a huge chunk of wood fell. Flames separated me from my mother. She remained on her knees. Our gazes clashed. Then she… smiled. Mamà smiled so much her eyes crinkled. I became weak. Too weak. And I crashed to the floor. Heat clawed against my skin, yet my insides remained intact. Frozen by pain. "Look how gorgeous the flames suit your red hair, My Fina." Mamà said, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

My mother calls upstairs. "Hi, Marie. Something smells really good." Jayson sniffs the air. She places her hand on her hip. "My world-famous pot roast. Are you staying this time? I'm sure there's enough to fill the belly of an Alpha." She giggles. I look at Jayson. "Yes, he's staying." I bite my bottom lip grinning. Maddie comes down in shorts and a rocker t shirt. Bopping away to music, when her eyes catch Jayson's.

“Alright, into the heat it goes.” I slide the tray inside, setting the timer. As it roasts, Mamá starts on the side dishes—golden, crispy patatas bravas and a fresh tomato salad. I find myself slicing tomatoes in silence, lost in the rhythm of the knife against the board. “You always loved cooking,” she muses, stirring a pot of simmering sauce. “Even when you were little, you’d pull up a chair just to watch me.” I smirk. “I just liked the taste tests.”

Not like I can't tackle them if I need to but, I still resort to staying away from them. Blake taught me that. Shaking my head off the thoughts, I got up to take a shower and went to the kitchen to see what my mom was up to. My eyes lit up when I saw that she was cooking steak with her special red sesame sauce. And let me tell you it's the best. "Mom, I'm hungry!" I'm pretty sure you can see the hearts instead of my eyes right now, just like those cartoon characters who see the things they like. "Just wait for another forty minutes, sweetheart." Bumming! Just like that it felt like a pin stabbed in the fully pumped balloon.

On the tray was a plate piled with braised pork ribs, collard greens, mashed potatoes, a bowl of bean soup, and some grains. A young lady with heavy filters and carefully done makeup prodded at the pieces of braised pork, looking disgusted. "Look, everyone. This is what they call the dollar charity meal." The woman's voice was sweet and syrupy, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. "One dollar for a meal sounds cheap, but look at the food. It's more fat than lean, and the greens are overcooked. My grandmother eats this every day. I offer to get takeout for her, but she insists this place is cheaper and doesn't want to spend the money.

Roxy coughed one last time, clearing her throat as she peered down into the basket at the blackened, unrecognizable remains of what was supposed to be our fried chicken. She turned back around to face the room, her cheeks still flushed, but she forced a straight, unapologetic face as she looked directly at my woman. "Don't worry, Sienna, we're safe..." Roxy announced, her voice deadpan as she held up a piece of smoking charcoal with a pair of metal tongs. She gave a small, weak shrug, ignoring Ma’s horrified, judgmental expression behind her. "It's just a little… crunchy." The absurdity of her words echoed through the silent kitchen.

Grandma can carry us together but you can't not. Nathan also supported his sister. You would have at least thought that he would defend me but instead, he said. Grandma is strong and has a lot of power, while Mommy is lazy, so she doesn't have any power. Everyone in the room started laughing at the funny words that came out of Nathan's mouth. Thelma also added, guys I think mommy is lazy because she is always working all the time. How about we give Mommy some free time today while she rests so she can get all her power back?