Cinnamon Toast Ken Age Novels & Stories

turo nito kay Kenneth. Nagtatakang tumango lang ako.Mukhang may seryoso kasing sasabihin ito sa kaibigan. Ilang minuto ring nag-usap sa gilid ang dalawa bago bumalik sa bar si Ken. Alanganin ang ngiti nitong ibinigay sa 'kin, biglang lumungkot ang mukha. "Gen there's something came up sa PR just now and we're instructed to go there. I really feel bad to leave you here la–"

The bartender did some spectacular joggling with the drinks that fascinated Nicky. She smiled in amazement, “you’re really good at your job." "So…” Ken spoke first, revealing a golden tooth amidst some set of tooth rooted in a black base. "I'm ken by the way, you seem new here, tell me you’re…” Nicky seemed lost, admiring his appearance. He was a tall man with a built physique that induced him to appear like he worked out often. Is he all covered in this? She thought. She kept scanning his appearance. “Oh Shit!” She cussed, realizing she was yet to provide him a response. She murmured, “I'm okay.” She said, lifting a glass to her face.

"Yes, Good morning, darling. I just wanted to know what time you were coming?" "Good morning, Mama. Uhmm.... let's see, it's a 45-minute drive, and what time is it now?" "It's 7:30 am, sweetie." "I'll be there no later than 9 am. I know you like to eat breakfast before 10 am." "Okay, love you, dear. Have a safe drive up." "Alright, see you soon," Ken says, showing all 32 teeth as he hangs up his phone. He was relieved as he glanced at the young lady whose frown turned into a pout. She stroked his forearm of corded veins, resting her head on his shoulder.

Lucian asked. "To welcome our newest member." Ken replied. "And which member is that?" Joelle asked. "Miss Pierce of course." Ken flashed a smile to all of them. "Well Miss Pierce let me do a proper introduction. I'm Ken Waylon a CIA agent and the grandson of the famous Mr Waylon." Ken introduced. "Nice to officially meet you." Samantha said.

I nodded and gave him a peck, then continued preparing the meal I was going to cook for him. "What are you going to cook for me?" Kenzo asked me as he stood beside me. I was plucking malunggay leaves while waiting for the chicken to run out. "Tinola." "Never heard of that," he replied. Kenzo is half-German and half-Filipino. I rolled my eyes. "Well, because all you ever eat is pizza, pasta, and burgers," I wondered how he still managed to have such a great physique despite constantly eating those fattening foods.

Roy patiently waited for Ken to convince the server to add one extra serving to the spare plate he was holding on. The server gave Ken weird looks and after a lot of coercing, added extra serves of the dishes Ken asked. Roy looked at his own plate which had a single serve of butter toast, fried sausages, one egg—scrambled, roasted vegetables and a can of fresh apple juice. The usual. "She should be glad that I take such measures to help feed her that blackhole of a stomach!" Ken huffed, balancing his and Monroe's plate in his hands. Ken was now standing in front of Roy with a displeased expression.

I asked. "B-but why!?" Ken asked with a big, over-exaggerated sigh. His entire body fell like he was going to throw himself on the ground and have a tantrum. I caught him and kept him upright. "I know it is hard for you to understand. You're still young. Someday, when you're a little older, I'll explain it to you, okay?" I asked. "Fine," Ken grumbled. He kept muttering under his breath as he went back to the table to finish his cereal.

It wasn't long before Ken joined her in the kitchen, slick as the first time they met, but his laugh lines were more defined. She separated two strips of bacon and eggs from the buttered toast, how he likes it, on a plate on the table with his brewed coffee. After breakfast, he leaves for work; this is their life, a routine. "Thank you; it looks good, mom," Ken said, sipping his cup of joe.

"What, have things been too quiet without me bugging you?" Ken clicked his tongue, sounding mock-offended. "Exactly. You haven't contacted me in a while. I almost thought you didn't trust me anymore." Rosalyn glanced around and lowered her voice. "No way. I just didn't want to drag you into trouble." Ken was a well-known tabloid journalist. On the surface, he made a living by spilling celebrity gossip, but in reality, he held plenty of dirt on the business world. He had a vast network and access to all the latest news.

what the fuck I was thinking! Ken suddenly shows up in the dining room, he's smiling at me and my parents like a fucking model, showing his perfect teeth, his handsome face, and his blond wavy hair look dazzled, buffeted by morning sunlight which is coming through the window. "Good morning everyone," Ken greets and looks happy as fuck. "We were expecting you, Ken," my mother said, as she signaled him to sit down. "So tell us who Noah Cheong is? Where did he come from?" asked my father impatiently.