Kurumi Novels & Stories

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you cool?”

Getting changed Sanaya went downstairs. After a while, Nick went to the breakfast table when Aiden followed behind. It was different than other days. Nick did not see the as usual breakfast on the table. Sanaya and Mrs. Elisa were standing. Sitting on his chair Nick looked at Sanaya then at the plate in front of him. "What are these?" He asked her. "Ahh, this is called koraishutir kochuri. And this one is Alur Dam." She answered. Nodding his head he started eating. Sanaya was observing him, waiting so he could say how it tasted.

How could he hear about this only now? “That’s a lot of things you could’ve done better had you known them before you grand scheme, right? Kazuma.” Kazuma was starteled when he heard that old feminine voice that sounded like the whistle of a deep cave filled with chiming stones. Like an old song from the ancient times… “Akagi-sama,” kurumi stood up and bowed to the old woman staring like a statues of a saintes in front of them in her sky blue kimono shining like a beacon in the dim morning light slipping into the kitchen.

Alfredo Fabri's POV The room was warm with the scent of incense, amber and clove, slow-burning from the corner table. I sniffed repeatedly, surprised. What was all of this? The candlelight flickered, dancing across the curve of her bare shoulder, casting shifting shadows on the silk of her robe, deep crimson, tied loosely at the waist, clinging to the shape of her as though the fabric itself didn’t want to let go.

It seems like this will be the only way to tire him out so Kagami kept on doing that for a while. "you are not bad, but how bout this"; Kagame said teasingly as he dashed toward Yahiko with full speed going all out. His palm was very reddish that it will melt anything on the spot, he stretched it fast to grab Yahiko on the face to melt it on spot. Yahiko saw that had wasn't going to make it he then hissed before pulling a cursed sword from his scabbard. He used it to block Kagami"s attack and it work. The sword was long and stylish, the handle was laced with some accent material. The sword was emanating cursed energy so strong that it made Kagami back off a little.

Kelanar yells after him. “Oh.” Henry goes to the vendor, keeping one eye on Kelanar. “What do you have that is salty?” The vendor looks. “Nuts or salty bread.” “Salty bread. a whole loaf.” The vendor gives Henry the loaf and takes the money. Kelanar keeps drinking more of the bottle. Henry hands her the bread. “Eat it all.” “Thanks.” Kelanar eats it, and after a few bites, is already feeling better. Henry puts his arm around Kelanar, trying to stabilize her.

Angeline quickly placed her hand over his tiny mouth, “Don’t ever talk about death again okay?” He nodded without saying anything. “You said your mama?” She asked again to be sure. “Yes, my pretty mama,” he blurted joyfully. Just then the door opened and Aurora walked in with a tray of juice for the guest. “There” Liam was pointing at her, “she is my mama” he added and Angeline turned towards her, her eyes contained something unfathomable and expressionless. “Have some Juice maam” aurora said casually as she placed the tray beside her,

“Can you please book me an Uber? I couldn’t find my phone. I think I lost it somewhere.” He caught her when she was about to fall and wrapped his muscular arm around her waist before forcing her toward the stool. She didn’t recognize him because she was smiling at him. She stroked his face with her fingers. “You’ve got beautiful eyes. They look like the ocean, deep blue.”

her soft voice gets Kana's attention. In a quick gaze, Kana studied her wholebeing. A white lotus huh. Kana smiled sweetly. Consort Pleng is the type who are usually silent and bullied but actually hiding her black roots to attack when everyone thought that she's harmless and unbothered. "Oh, that's a cinnamon roll Your Grace. I played a bit in the kitchen this morning.." Kana smiled widely. "It is made of dough, Filled with melted butter, cinnamon powder and sugar powder, the toppings are caramelized sugar and pistachio nuts."

he asked playfully, noting her frozen posture before the table. “Forgive the delay, Elder. What vintage does your wolf require?” she asked quickly, presenting the hide-bound ledger. He examined the options with deliberate slowness. “Bring me the spiced chicory blend,” he finally decided. “Understood, sir. Allow me five minutes to draw the vintage,” she said, reclaiming the ledger. “The moon is young, Emily. Take whatever time your duties require,” he murmured, his smile lingering. She forced a professional nod and retreated to the safety of the kitchen hearth.