Hot Bokuto Novels & Stories

"Why does this drawing look so familiar, Hans?" Hans smiled. "Have you ever seen this man before?" "I don't know, but it seems familiar to me." Hans pursed his lips, forming a smile. "Well then, you have to brace yourself. I'm going to show you something that might shock you." The big man reached into his bag again, pulling out a book wrapped in golden brown cover. He handed it to Edward to examine. "Open it and read its contents," he ordered. Edward took the book from Hans and began to flip through the pages, reading each sheet carefully. His eyes stopped on one name written on the navy blue paper.

He jumped up with a curse that echoed through the nearly empty diner. “I’m so sorry!” Panic clawed up my throat as I grabbed napkins. “Please, let me—” “Stupid bitch!” His voice was so like Marcus’s that I stumbled backward, my arms automatically rising to shield my face. The coffee pot clattered to the floor, shattering and sending ceramic shards skittering across the linoleum. “That’s enough.” The deep voice cut through the diner like thunder. The biker from booth three stood now, and everyone noticed him. Tall, broad-shouldered, with tattoos creeping up his neck from beneath a leather cut.

He stepped out, retrieved the plastic bag on the dining table, then added, "Let me heat this one for you." After a few minutes, Suho brought two bowls of tteokbokki, one spicy and other not, plus three hotteok or Korean pancakes. Placing the food on the table, he reached out and arranged 3 sets of chopsticks and plates, avoiding eye contact with the visitor the whole time. All the while listening to the stranger in the room singing, "Little circle, little circle, big circle Little circle, little circle, big circle This is my boat, I'm trying to ride

An old woman, maybe around her late fifties, gives us a warm welcoming-smile. “Hi lovebirds. What can I help you with?” I smiled, “can I have the menu please?” “Sure.” She bowed a little and then come back with a book menu. “I’ll give you some privacy to choose.” Both Rosie and I nodded and thank her before going to the side to scan at the menu. After some time, I looked over Rosie who is knitting her brow. “So?” She faced me with a complicated look, “everything is delicious, isn’t it?”

I ask him "Tteokbokki, it’s a South Korean dish." "Tteokbokki," I say "It’s an interesting name, I have never heard of it before." "It’s pronounced Tteokbokki." He corrected pointing out my mistake "It’s a new dish made by our newest South Korean chef. It’s a spicy stir-fry dish that contains sweet red chili sauce, fish cake sau……" "You can stop there." I cut him off "I will like to have a plate."

, The stall owner asks from inside. " Ham..I want it..Aru..I want Tteokbokki.", Dae says munching on his kimbap whilst tugging on the older's shirt sleeves. Aroon motions the man to bring the said dish and the man serves the dish into a plate and brings it to the boys. Dae hurriedly takes it from the plate and taste it. " wow ! It's delicious.", he says smiling and the man smiles proudly as he could understand the boy just complimented him.

He smiled. “You mean Stew, right?” Saburo asked. “Oh it’s called Stew here?” Saburo nodded. Jai faked being surprised. “Well I guess, the young me was wrong.” All of them sighed and calmed down. “I thought that was an expression for a type of violence, Jai-kun…” Kotori said, putting Shoru on the floor. The little wolf instantly jogged towards him. Jai chuckeld. He didn’t know that none of them know about Hot Pot. He took Shoru and put her on his head. “My bad.” He walked to one of the benches and sat as he read the Akamine’s letters again.

My skin burned where it touched, but I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out. “You’re disgusting,” I spat, glaring up at him with all the hatred I could muster. “You think so?” he sneered, lowering the whip. “Then why are you shaking?” His hand trailed lower, brushing against my thighs. I tried to kick him, but he was too fast, grabbing my legs and pinning me down. His hand slid up my skirt, and I felt the cool air on my exposed skin. My body betrayed me in the worst way—I could feel a flicker of heat building where his touch lingered.

I tried to frown but I couldn't because it was hard to fight the joy in my chest. Steven got a lot of young coconuts before he went down from the tree. I helped him remove the dirt that stuck to his body. I also wiped his sweat and he just stood there looking at me with a smile. "Why are you smiling?" I asked, chuckling. "You're pretty and I like you," I stopped for a moment and looked at him. "You look crazy," I said laughing even though my cheeks reddened of what he said. "Come on. Take that. We're going to make a salad I saw some ingredients in the fridge earlier for Buko salad. (Buko salad: A dessert contained of lots of young coconut meat, nata de coco, milk and sago (tapioca pearls).

Boris told me and pulled out a normal size basket which was filled with some brown colored leaf rolls carefully secured with tiny plant thorn… My mood instantly lilted up after hearing food, I accepted basket from his hand and picked up one roll from it, I don’t know what it was but the aroma of this meal was adding to my hunger…. My stomach lightly growled on its delightful smell and I excitedly asked Boris “What is this… it smell so delicious” “It is Bekatapon…. one of most favored fish and rice meal in Nakota” Boris replied with an innocent smile “Please have it mister and Madame … you both will like it” he further added