Jikook Novels & Stories

I arched a brow. “Then I guess I have to name all 193 countries.” He smiled tight-lipped. “Don’t worry, I’m patient.” I fork my food as I kept staring at him while he does the same, “You’re really not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Nope.” He pops the P. “Alright, this knock knock joke is going to make you pee.” I placed my fork don to be attentive, “Okay, let’s hear it.” “How to make a tissue dance?” He smirks at me.

I smiled at him and answered. "It's kwek-kwek, Señorito. Would you like to try it?" His eyebrows furrowed, and his face clearly showed his confusion about what kwek-kwek was. "That's quail egg inside, Señorito, coated with flour and food coloring to make it orange, then deep-fried." I was influenced by the Señorito to buy street food. I took a barbecue stick and skewered a freshly fried kwek-kwek from the stall. I blew on it first, and when I saw that it had cooled down, I brought it closer to the Señorito's mouth. He also turned his gaze towards me, and we locked eyes once again. It felt like we were staring at each other for a minute as he held my hand that was holding the kwek-kwek stick

The light from the kitchen highlighted his features—strong, confident, and as always, comforting to look at. “Here you go,” Jiro said, placing a steaming bowl in front of me before settling into his seat. His eyes immediately went to Hibiki. “Still thinking about that broccoli, champ?” Hibiki wrinkled his nose, pushing the piece around his plate. “It’s not yummy, Daddy.” Jiro smirked, leaning his elbows on the table. “But you know what? Broccoli makes you super strong. You want to be strong, don’t you?” Hibiki’s eyes lit up at that, and he looked up with sudden interest. “Like you, Daddy?”

Jesus what am I doing? "These are my favorites," Brodi said hurriedly, pushing the cracker into her open mouth. He couldn't let her touch him, not yet. Faen! And it was making him crazy! "Kelda makes them herself. Much better than anything in the stores." "Mmmmm…" Liv nodded as she chewed. It was a really good cracker, but he must have thought she was a psycho. She tried to cover her lack of control and forked more food onto her plate.

"Damn! I forgot about that!" [New Mission: 'Recruit the Global Indomie Master Juror'] [Objective: Recruit the Zombi Food Vlogger BOSS as the Global Indomie Master Juror.] [Sub-mission: Obtain an 'Upgrade Camera (Durable & Anti-Cringe)' for the Zombi Food Vlogger BOSS.] [Sub-mission: Build an 'Anti-Disgust Tasting Lab (Sterile & Content-Friendly)' for Vlogger BOSS.] [Rewards: 'Master Chef Buff' (Level 5), 'Global Indomie Master Juror Status' (For Vlogger BOSS), and 'Mad Chef Reputation' (Global)!]

asked Jisung in a curious tone. “Carolina Reaper” said Min Ji in a nervous tone. “Nice. It works perfectly fine. Can you send me some? I will add this to my spicy ramen” said Jisung excitedly. “Alright. I will send it you tonight only. Do you like spicy food too?” asked Min Ji curiously. “What? I love it” said Jisung cheerfully. “Then come home one day, I will make you spicy ramen with extra spicy drum sticks” said Min Ji in an excited tone.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

Early for two Guardians who didn’t require the same sort of sleep as their human counterparts meant well before the sun rose, and by 5:00 in the morning, Aaron had collected Jamie and was driving his Buick Century toward the Kahuku Sugar Mill located on the northeast side of the island. The drive would normally take an hour or so, but Aaron’s car was capable of going much faster with the modifications the LIGHTS team made to it, and he was clipping along at a pretty good speed that December morning.

Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention. "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell us already, what happened at Bradley's?" urged a blonde man who’d taken a seat nearby. "Has anyone heard about Andrew James Jr.?" a tall, bold man interrupted. "John James's son? The one who went to England ten years ago?" the blonde guy asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?"

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,