Rukia Kuchiki Novels & Stories

I had just thanked Tati for what she had done with the room and we were talking about one of the Russian delicacies called ‘Pirozhki’ — little baked or fried puff pastries are packed full of potatoes, meat, cabbage, or cheese when Ryker suddenly came in and informed Trish that Dmitry has been looking for her. Tati and I continued to talk about food. I shared with her some of the Italian dishes that my dad usually cooked for me and in return, she informed me of Dmitry and Ryker’s favorite dishes. She specifically wanted me to learn how to make ‘Syrniki’, which was made of quark (cottage cheese), eggs, and flour. She seemed to think that I would truly become their Luna especially since Ryker h

Since she was often hungry lately, she ate a lot. Before frying the potatoes, which were still half frozen, Rakia decided to have a warm drink. She made the milk she had been drinking lately. Then she took a medium-sized and rather tall glass jar filled with barbecue-flavored cassava chips and munched on the snack while sitting on the high chair of the granite table with her warm milk. The crunching sound she made as she chewed the chips could be heard in her lonely kitchen, accompanied by her erratic daydreams.

She said, not knowing the right words to use, whenever she's close to him, it affected her badly, whatever it is that he's doing affects her and she needs to move away quick. "Hmm." he hummed before walking past her, Rhea made her way to the kitchen to make some snacks, she was hungry. Rhea made this beautiful little flour dumplings with fillings on the inside, she also made a dipping sauce. Rhea then sat beside Kieran leaving a decent amount of space between them, She placed a plate filled with what she made and of course a separate sauce. "What's this?" Kieran asked looking at it.

"They're called krokiety in Poland in case you were wondering." A fascinated Whitney watched her girlfriend of almost three whole years skillfully spoon just enough of the finely chopped mushrooms, steamed cabbage, sauerkraut, diced ham, and homemade butter sauce onto each floured crepe before creating neat little doughy pockets of goodness out of each one. Her large, gorgeous long lashed eyes widened.

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

I smiled warmly up at her as she served me, placing two cylindrical meat rolls on my plate. 'This is Kruchenyky. It is pork with mushroom, egg, and onion stuffing. But do not eat it without this." She lifted the lid on the soup tureen, revealing rich, yellow gravy. "You did say you enjoy mushrooms, yes?" I nodded. "I do." "Good." She ladled some over the pork rolls, along with a scoop of vegetables. "It is a very traditional dish." It was different, but delicious, and soon I found myself using a dinner roll to soak up the last bit of gravy off a very clean plate.

he offered. “What is smetana again?” I whispered to Ryker. “It’s creme fraiche or sour crime,” he whispered against my skin while pretending to give me a kiss on my temple. I was terrible at remembering these names but I didn’t want to hurt Dmitry’s feelings by thinking that I didn’t consider them important enough to remember or anything like that. Ryker, on the other hand, was very knowledgeable. Probably because once upon a time, he had lived in Russia with Dmitry.

Chloe said, I hate this girl so much for always showing herself all the time. We selected the dish we wanted from the menu and the waiter served us Khinkali, Shkmeruli also known as garlic chicken, salad,tolma, khachapuri and Georgian drinks. I ate slowly and Nate refused to take his eyes off me. I choked on my meal and Michael quickly gave me water and caressed my back to calm me down. Chloe used it as a topic, “OMG, what a beautiful sight, I don’t need a soothsayer to say this, Michael is so in love with Layla, isn’t that right baby?” Nate poured out the drink from his mouth.

Kia asked, puzzled by her husband's choice. Byan glanced at his own plate, feeling slightly baffled by his breakfast selection. Instead of his usual favorite toast or chicken porridge, today he found himself craving something fresh, sour, and spicy. So he’d asked the chef for a plate of fruit and rujak (a traditional fruit salad from Indonesia made from sliced or crushed fruits, mixed with a sauce of peanuts, sugar, tamarind, and chili peppers). "My stomach feels a bit queasy," Byan finally admitted. "I don't think I can handle my usual breakfast, so I'll just have the rujak."

Rafael said and Slade looked impressed. “I’m a witch with a hatred of hunters,” Kiara said as she looked at me. “How do you all know each other?” Regen asked. “We all met during the course of the last year and hunted rogues together. We were basically just lone wolves sticking together until we heard the King’s call,” Rafael said and grinned. “And one witch.” I was impressed by what they could do and I felt Blaise rumble in approval. He had chosen well. “Those gifts will be put to the test at some point. Slade is our Beta. Sam is our tracker and Leon is in charge of our finances.”