Cinnamon Toast Ken Novels & Stories

“Shut up Jason, nothing happened, huge misunderstanding.” “Don’t worry I didn’t see anything guys, my lips are sealed!” Jason makes a motion of closing his lips and throwing away the key. I giggled and rolled my eyes. “Breakfast is served laddies and gents!” Ken announced sliding gourmet breakfast dishes in front of us on the table. “Oh wow Ken, you cook too?” I asked shocked looking at the meal in front of me. “Of course I do, gotta have something to impress the ladies with.” He smirked.

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.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

“Maybe a bit of toast? I got some low-fat peanut butter for you, just like you asked.” Emma looked over at the oven with longing. “What are you baking?” Jenny grinned. “One guess…” “Cinnamon buns?” “Uh-huh.” Jenny brushed her blonde hair back over her shoulders. “I promised Chris that he’d have some for breakfast tomorrow, and I always make a dozen extra.” “So…. forget the toast, then.” Emma shrugged. “To hell with trying to lose the baby weight today. Gimme the fat and sugar.” “And icing sugar,” Beth Harper chimed in. “And cinnamon!”

"Obviously." "You're literally evil." "And you're literally short." Rue, who was perched on the arm of the couch with her long legs crossed, sighed dramatically. "God. This is embarrassing. Don't you two get tired of being basic?" I raised my coffee mug. "Basic is generous. This is more like feral." Before Gio could lunge at Lucia, the smell hit us. Something warm and sweet. Cinnamon-sugar heaven. Killian walked out of the kitchen carrying a tray that looked like it belonged on the cover of a Christmas cookbook. Stacks of golden eggnog French toast, drizzled with caramel sauce and topped with powdered sugar like fresh snow.

Caiden laughs and James gives him a warning glare. "She too much for you old man?" Caiden smirks. "Shut it Colt!" James retorts. "Oh, his biker name? What's yours James?" Kenzie asks. "Prez." James replies. "Oh. Well, Prez, what do you want to eat? Bacon and eggs or a sandwich?" Kenzie asks. "Sandwich is fine." James replies. Kenzie gets everything out and lays it on the bar. "Well?" "Well what?" James asks.

he said, and no matter how Freya pressed, Kenneth insisted he was busy. He left, leaving Freya no choice but to wait for his return that night. Unfortunately, Freya slept before Kenneth could return. It was already morning when she finally had the chance to speak to him. Kenneth knocked on her door at six a.m. He invited himself in but for a good reason. “Kenneth,” she said, clearing her throat and sitting up on the bed. He was carrying a tray filled with small portions of food—two small bowls of yogurt with chia seeds and fruits on top and breakfast canapés. There were mini Korean pancakes and egg muffins packed with vegetables, as well as avocado toast and caviar toast.

I smell bacon and see her flip an omelet as I nibble on the fresh fruit in the center of the island. “Good Morning,” I mumble in greeting to Kennedy’s back. “Good Morning,” she returns, turning with a smile. She fetches a bowl of yogurt to join the fruit. “Bacon will be ready in a minute. You can make some toast with peanut butter.” Kennedy points towards a loaf of bread and peanut butter next to the toaster. She remembers I do not eat eggs. We eat in silence. I make quick work of my peanut butter toast and five strips of bacon. I place some yogurt in a small bowl, then sprinkle with banana slices and grapes. Kennedy nibbles on an egg white omelet, and a much smaller than mine bowl of fruit

He’d said with a straight face which had only sent me into another laughing spree. “Bacon, eggs, sausage and toast with a steaming cup of cappuccino for Ken,” I handed her the box that contained her food. “Chicken and waffles with a fountain of maple syrup and another cappuccino for Ty, this one’s with extra cream,” I gave her a wink to which she just melted like goo, but Ken simply glared at the both of us. “And blueberry pancakes with agave for me…with coffee, of course.”

he shouted. “No thanks.” “Cereal, banana, apple, ooh, strawberry Pop-Tarts.” “No thank you,” I repeated. “I make a mean toast with butter.” “Is it toast if it doesn’t have butter?” I asked. “Sure. It’s called dry toast then.” “I’m good.”