Kuch Toh Log Kahenge Novels & Stories

A serious look clouded Ken’s features suddenly, “yeah, there's something weird about him that I can’t quite place a finger on.” Of course he's right, but I didn't intend to confirm that so I glued my eyes to the cafeteria’s menu of the day to end the topic. “You’re staring at that because you know something, right?” Ken poked my shoulder, “we both know you order the same meal every day.” I shook my head, “nope, I wanna try something new today,” I lied. “That’s a lie, you can’t stand anything other than your usual,” his gaze burned into my skull, “out with it, what’s so weird about your step-brother Logan?”

How come I still had a hard time sitting on the table, it's also very high. It's hard to be tall, isn't it? Oh, okay you don't understand me, you must be short. That's okay, there are many of us-- you are here, so you are not alone.' How long will it take for your hotdog to be cooked, hubby?' hmm something seems wrong? What if? You're so dumb, Trix, what Ken's hotdog are you talking about? That's not Ken's hotdog, that's just a normal hotdog, it's different okay.

Logan chuckled, his arms holding me tighter in response. Amid our shared moment, a peculiar scent wafted through the air. It wasn't long before we realized that Logan's attempt at preparing food had taken an unfortunate turn. With me still on his back, Logan made his way to the microwave. As he opened the door, a cloud of smoke billowed out, revealing the culinary catastrophe within. "Oops, looks like food is served... charcoal style," Logan remarked, his tone laced with amusement. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of the charred remains in the microwave.

Xander exclaimed immediately, handing the bowl of porridge to Alice. "Yeah, did you learn to cook?" Alice giggled realizing that Xander wasn't the type of guy who could cook. In fact, it used to be. Almost every day the man always eats at Logan's house. Ahhh, Logan, where's that guy? "Logan isn't coming?" Alice exclaimed while shoving the porridge into her mouth. But Alice had just put the porridge in her mouth. She immediately took to the water assisted by Xander. The taste of Xander's porridge is really bad, it's too salty. And Alice doesn't like too salty food.

From the telephone connection, Alex also laughed, is this a joke that only men understand? "You really don't have a flat brain. I've… I have a stomach ache, I'll go to my office tomorrow… I'll wait, I'm going to ask your suggestion.” "Okay... I'm honestly confused bro... I swear." Alex replied his voice looked serious. “Hha… bye, my stomach hurts.” Logan hangs up. “Why… why are you giggling like that. Are there any jokes that I don't understand? Logan nodded, clutching his stomach. He didn't seem to have finished laughing yet, and Beth waited patiently… until her husband explained it.

Their laughter bounced across the room as they collapsed onto the couch, wiping tears from their eyes. Just then, Ken’s father’s maid walked in with her usual calm smile. She greeted them warmly, and they responded politely. Ken raised a brow. “Where’s my dad? I didn’t see one of his cars outside.” “He went out, sir,” the maid replied respectfully. Ken leaned back. “Do you know where he went?” The maid shook her head. “No idea, sir.” Ken sighed. “Okay. So what do we have in the kitchen?” “Rice and porridge yam, sir.”

“We don’t eat scraps.” Kia’s laugh was low, mocking. “Scraps? This is better than anything you’re used to. You’re wolves out of water, and you don’t even realize it.” He began pulling containers from the bags, placing them one by one on the table. Burgers, rice dishes, pasta, breads—things foreign to Northridge wolves but common in the human world. Logan said nothing. Hunger gnawed at him, sharp and insistent, though pride urged him to resist. But when Kia finally leaned back, crossing his arms with that infuriating smirk, Logan knew refusal would accomplish nothing.

"Who knows, maybe there is sausage on the menu?" I almost choke. "You won't let me live this down, will you?" Logan shakes his head. "Nope."

He laughed lightly. “I eat healthy foods to ensure my factory is always on top.” Ken said jokingly. “You told me that you eat Mkhombelo? Where do you get it? I need it. Will boil for my husband and see if he can improve on bed.” I told Ken. “Make sure to sweet talk him into it. The stuff has some weird taste, a little sweet though.” Ken told me. “Next time, buy more, bring some for me.” I told Ken. “I shall bring for you the powdered one, since getting the roots is hard.” Ken told me, he stood up and reached for a short to wear, as I was wearing my pantie after wiping myself.

We wouldn’t have received that note had we been here. Our kitchen is the heart of our home. We have a large island with stools on one side and the cupboards, hob and oven the other side. I grab a few snacks and drinks for the kids as they all sit up on their respective stools, getting impatient now that they are all starving. It’s a seven-hour drive between our pack and the Bluemoon pack. “Mum, where is my apple juice!” Logan grumbles, his curly red hair becoming a frizzy mess as he tugs at it in frustration.