Cinnamon Toast Ken Novels & Stories

It feels like I’m with limited edition Ken dolls— with Kairo as the full-sized Ken doll and Arlo as his miniature version. They must still be tired, so I let them sleep in. I quietly moved out of the bed and went to the kitchen to prepare our breakfast. I decided to cook some grilled cheese with tomato soup since I recalled Devyn saying to me that this was Kairo’s favorite. I smiled bitterly. I really wish that Devyn was here right now, but there’s nothing I can do except pray for his well-being. I finished the dish right when Kairo came down while holding Arlo. They both had messy bed-heads, and I almost gushed at the sight.

I point out in a stern tone, picking up a plate of potato soup. I'm about to serve myself when Keiran says, “That contains cinnamon in it.” He pushes his spoon into his mouth, speaking so slowly and I abruptly drop the plate. “You know you are allergic to a common food spice, but you keep on putting any food you find into your mouth. How careless are you really? It would be so easy to poison you.” He scoffs, his voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm. I take in a deep breath slowly. I almost ate that. “Is there cinnamon in anything else here?” I ask, looking at the variety of dishes on the table and Keiran shakes his head.

"Miranda, have you eaten breakfast yet?" "No, not yet." "Still some time before the office really gets going. Let me treat you to breakfast. There’s a new breakfast shop nearby—the fried dough sticks are amazing." Emily thought for a second, then nodded. "Sure, thanks, Ken." "Hey, just call me Ken. No need for the formalities. Everyone here does, you know," Ken said, laughing. Emily smiled softly. "If you don’t mind."

She didn’t care if he's wealthy or not, this man needs to have cereal. Anna came into contact with oats, wheats and packets of other nutritious cereals. After shoving those out of the way, the real cereals were found in the back, behind the healthy ones. Talk about temptation, huh? 'Cinnamon Toast Crunch' was the first thing that she had pulled out. Anna smiled and nodded, knowing that this food would send her into a tailspin. It was delicious. It was, in fact, her favorite cereal. She got out the bowls and spoons and grabbed the milk.

I ask and he rolls his eyes. "I told you, I had a surprise for you, Kenz. Now eat up so you can get ready. I've already laid out some clothes for you." He says and I smile at him as he walks out of our room. I eat the delicious French toast with fruit salad that he made me before washing it down with orange juice. Setting thw tray on the side table, I get up and hop in the shower, scrubbing my body of the activities that took place all morning.

Marissa puts in her two cents on a situation she has no say in. My plan is to ignore them in hopes they'll both go away. It's improbable, but there's also always spontaneous combustion to look forward to if I need a Plan B. "I agree, but he must be somewhat important to have use of a company car." The French toast is piled two pieces high, a banana sliced in half sits on top with some kind of caramel sauce running down the sides. I inch my nose closer and take in the cinnamon and sugar smells. At my first bite I declare it heaven.

He had prepared a variety of dishes, including eggs, biscuits, bacon, sausage, pancakes, and fruit. “You cooked all this in that short period of time?” she asked. Ken smirked. “I’m superfast. You seem to keep forgetting that,” he replied, pulling out her chair at the table. “I’ve never really cooked before, so if it’s bad, you don’t have to eat it.” Teya took her first bite of the eggs and biscuits while Ken waited for her approval. “They’re delicious,” she declared, and she began to munch on everything greedily. He was proud of himself for a moment, until he picked up an unpleasant scent.

“ l don't know! l just measured with my hand. l swear, l thought it was okay” “Keep thinking,” Lisa sighed deeply. “Ken, you don't measure seasoning with your hand like you're mixing cement for building”. Suddenly, Ken's eyes lit up.” l want to know, maybe l should add some chocolate. That should balance the taste “. Lisa froze and looked at him like he had lost his senses. “chocolate? in porridge plantain?” “Yes now”, he said with a straight face. Lisa burst out laughing, holding her stomach. “why not add some milk too? maybe you can serve it as breakfast cereal”

he said. His words had me internally preening. I was happy that he enjoyed it because it was the same thing as Zen hunting for Moira. We wanted to provide for our mates, and I now had the perfect way of doing it for Theo. “It’s my secret recipe that I’ve never shared with anyone, but I’ll make an exception for you. Cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla. I always felt the same way about the redundancy of French toast, so I experimented with it until I came across this combination.”

Bunny agreed. “I love it. Throw in a few slices of lean bacon and you hit all the food groups. And it’s relatively healthy.” “Let’s do it.” “Great. Coffee?” Reagan asked adding to her notepad. “Yes, please.” Helen agreed and the woman nodded. “Helen,” Bunny said. “I’m going to have to come back and try your toast.” “It’s not my toast.” Helen blushed. Reagan gave a soft chuckle. “It shall henceforth be known as Helen’s toast.”