Cinnamon Toast Ken Novels & Stories

Time was ticking, and Jack was worried about his daughter’s future. ************************************************************************************************************ *beep *beep *beep The smell of cinnamon and brown sugar wafted through the air. It was too intoxicating to Claire. “Get into my mouth!” She took a huge bite of the cinnamon roll without waiting for it to cool. “ Fhafhafhafahfafa”. “Jeez sis, can’t you wait for it to cool a bit?” Zach teased, holding out his hand. Claire set a roll on a plate and handed it to him.

Serena was indeed surprised to get to know him like this, never she wondered the very mysterious man who cooked her dinner tonight to be such a personality. With no hint of arrogance the secretive friend of her brother-in-law had been so polite all this while she had talked to him... Serena appreciated the fact. "I had been following few of your recipes in early years, the best one still remains the famous French cinnamon toast of yours!" Complementing, Serena's lips moved upwards forming a small yet genuine smile on her features. Christopher still was silent since the start. Not feeling like to be the part of the conversation still yet, he was rather preventing himself up to scare Serena mo

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 could but what fun would that be in telling you. It’s better to show you.” “You seem to be doing a bit better now. I guess eye candy is the remedy to soothe a wounded heart.” “It certainly helps.” Kenji polished off the last bite of his bourguignon. His waiter came to check on him, “Will there be anything else for you Monsieur?” “Yes, I will have an apple and cinnamon crème caramel cake if you have it.” “Right away.” The waiter turned to go back to the kitchens. A few minutes later a beautiful golden-brown desert was placed in front of him. It was the perfect size for one person to enjoy alone.

They spent a little more time chatting with the Moore’s and then Frida and Keira said their goodbyes to the old couple. When they were in the car, Keira smelled a faint scent of cinnamon. “Do you have anything that has cinnamon with you?” Keira asked Frida, who seemed confused. Mrs. Moore handed them a basket of bread and pastries. Perhaps it was one of those things. “Have you checked the goody basket Mrs. Moore gave us?” Frida asked Keira, who instantly checked the basket. Their suspicion is true. There was cinnamon bread in there. Keira instantly turned blue when the potent scent of cinnamon was right before her nose. Frida stopped her car and assisted Keira out of the car.

Most people just thought I was a bit of a bitch. My teeth were still gritting as I made breakfast. Just one serving all for me. Just to drive the point home to Aden, that he couldn’t jerk me around and get away with it. If he wanted any more of my practically perfect in every way cinnamon French toast, he would just have to lump it.

I nodded and gave him a peck and then I continued preparing what I would cook for him. "What are you going to cook for me?" Kenzo asked me and then he stood next to me. I'm dying for malungay right now while waiting to see if the chicken runs out together. "Tinola." "Never heard of that." He answered me. Kenzo is half-German and half-Filipino. I looked up in the air. "How about it because you only eat pizza, pasta and burgers." I'm wondering why her body is still beautiful even though she eats only healthy food.

Ken scowled his face at her, “Do I look like a man that eats garbage? I am a man of higher profile who wouldn’t cork an eye brow at any staff let alone sleep with them you mentioned the chef. You mean Salsa? That dirty ugly thing? Take a look at me; do I look like your husband…?” “Keep shut, you cheat and a gold digger !” Kate yelled at him, took out her phone and played the video recorder for him to see, “The most well-mannered, gentle man, Ken who doesn’t eat garbage is busy pleading with the ugly chef to prove his love for her.” Ken swallowed hard repeatedly and was lost in cloud of gloom as he saw the video of him and Salsa in a heated argument over their break up.” But being a smart ass

Olivia was still in doubt about how she should handle the two men before Ken arrived, so why would she allow him to run away? “Huh?” “Come here.” Ken was a little unwilling but he did not want to reject her. So, he shuffled over awkwardly. “What is it?” “What yummy food did Zac make?” Ken instantly felt like there were two razor-sharp gazes piercing through him, and he could not help but feel like he was standing on eggshells. He was just here as a food delivery boy, did they have to harbor such hostility toward him? “Beef and potato stew, calamari soup, seaweed soup, ribs with yam puree, and some caesar salad. Also, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.”

Then I turned and wanted to leave when he said, "My mum made this French toast specifically for you." When Kenneth said those words, I paused, turned back, and sat alone at the dining table, while Kenneth walked away towards his room. The French toast was delicious, and with each bite, I felt loved. After eating to my satisfaction, I took the remaining pieces to the kitchen, went to my room, and locked the door.