Cinnamon Toast Ken Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

They had finally come to make me go back to work, and move back into my attic space. “What is that amazing smell?” A male voice called out. “Yeah. No kidding! I hope there is enough for me!” A second male voice stated. I heard Beta Jax groan as Alpha Rowen, and Colby walked into the kitchen. I instantly bowed, and kept my head lowered. I gripped my fingers tight, trying to stop my trembling. “Cinnamon and sugar french toast. There is enough to feed a small army.” Jax said with a chuckle.

Mason asked standing up walked towards my side. “No–no there's nothing wrong, I just– just can't get the texture of the toast out of my head, everything is balanced. Oh Lord, I'm sorry to get you worried again.” They both looked at each other and burst into laughter, I didn't know when I joined them. “Lord! Elena you're hilarious, how can you be crying cus of toast? That's hilarious!” Vy said still laughing but calmly this time. Mason walked back to his seat, he smiled at me. “The chef who made that toast is from Paris, so you should know why it tastes that way.”

I just ignored him. "OK, guys," Kenneth started. "Let's get going." Drake gave off a very loud laugh. "Good one, bro. Since coach isn't here, I'm going to relax." Kenneth put a hand on his shoulder. "I thought you might say that, so I brought extra motivation for you." His face lit up and he clapped. "Is it one of those mayonnaise sandwiches that Frances always makes?" Kenneth sighed. "You're gonna wish it was."

Kane asked. Mona still looked thrown off. She blinked at the menu, then at him. "...I don't know." "Should I order for you?" She nodded slowly. "Yes, please." Kane ordered them both mashed potatoes and a glass of red wine. When the wine arrived, Mona lifted the glass, taking a cautious sip. Her nose scrunched immediately. Kane smirked. "Something wrong, princess?" Mona pouted. "This isn't sweet wine." He raised a brow. "It is."

I sighed, “I understand.” We went to the dining room table as soon as we got to the apartment and sat down. Amy served French toast with sausage and a small bowl of fruit salad on the side. I smiled, “You put extra cinnamon in the batter; didn’t you?” She nodded, “Mmm just how I like it. You are awesome. Thank you.” She answered, “Can’t have you going on live TV on an empty stomach.” I nodded, “You know me so well.”

"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.

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.”