Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

Dominic said, coming to a halt behind her. TBBC’s corporate kitchen was a palace. Impeccably equipped, every pot, every burner, every inch of burnished steel worktop was spotless. Rebecca’s entire brigade from Wilde’s could have cooked here with room to spare— assuming she still had a brigade, of course.

" Hyuk joined them to decorate the backyard of the villa. Sean was installing various types of lights while Dion was helping him pick up the objects. There were also Jun and Kai who were lifting the table while talking seriously. They were slightly away from the surrounding people. Even Hyuk could already tell what they were talking about. "Wow! I need a knife. No more?" Byun asked the staff and Suhoo who were peeling fruit. "They're all used." Byun did not give up. He went inside the villa in case there were any fruit knives left or maybe he could use another type of knife. The man circled the kitchen. "Whoa! There's a butcher knife left." He lifted the large knife. "If it's this knife, it

The Tuesday morning sun was a cold, clinical white against the frost-covered windows of the farmhouse. Aurora Blake-Oswald stood at the center island, watching the steam rise from her ceramic mug. The house was vibrating with the low, steady hum of the Ghost Kitchen Group’s preparation team. Sarah, the GKG Communications Director, walked into the kitchen with a tablet held tightly in her hand. She looked focused and professionally agitated. "Julian," Sarah said, stopping at the edge of the wooden table. "We have a complication."

"What did you bring?" "Oh, some lunch for you," Lana replied sweetly as she was pleasantly surprised by his initiative to engage in conversation. With a beaming smile, she opened the thermos, and the office was instantly filled with a rich, aromatic smell. "This is the mushroom soup I made, as well as some barbecued pork ribs and roasted chicken," Lana replied as she unpacked the lunch box and arranged the tiers in order. Kevan asked Larissa, "Who made these dishes?" Lana gave Larissa a desperate look, gesturing for her to keep this a secret.

She winked at me as we turned into their kitchen/dining area. Oh, fuck yes. Sheila is lying naked on the dining table with pieces of sushi strategically placed on her skin with what looks like a shot glass of saki in her navel. “Oh, I love sushi,” I assured her as I looked at the variety of sushi rolls waiting to be eaten off Sheila’s body.

I said gravely, “food is always relevant during the apocalypse.” We walked. Which felt strange—walking away from the Heart, from the place where everything had cracked open. The Sanctuary followed us with soft light, doors opening before we reached them, like it was quietly proud. The kitchen was… absurd. Stone counters. Copper fixtures. A massive wooden table that looked like it had hosted at least three medieval feasts and one ill-advised summoning. I stopped dead. “Oh,” I said. “This is aggressively cozy.” Lucien looked faintly uncomfortable. “It has been unused for some time.”

HEAVEN! These guys’ house was insane! And man, the kitchen, every woman in this world would definitely sell their soul to work in the kitchen like this one. The cupboards were flat out tremendous. They were huge, and fuckin long, man; I looked like a damn toddler when standing right beside them. But what had me gobsmacked was the small electric board thingy that actually took you up there when you stepped on it, like what in the actual hell? You see what the Silver Surfer rides in Fantastic four? Uh-huh it looked exactly like it. Except that this one moves in up and down motion only. The kitchen island was marble black, and I could make out my face in it. Man, I was never leaving this place

Even surrender. She closed the tablet's case with a sigh and made her way to the kitchen. At the end of the hallway, a narrow door opened into a modern, minimal space: stainless steel, black countertops, glass shelves, and a large fridge stocked with ingredients arranged in near-military order. Marcus had done a thorough job—this kitchen wasn't meant for grilled cheese. This was a fuel lab. Sloane tied her hair back to keep it from falling in her face and got to work without hesitation. Her movements showed this wasn't the first time she'd cooked for a professional athlete.

They both got to their feet and with Jake holding her hand he led her to the kitchen. Once they got to the kitchen Sonya was blown away with how big it was. The kitchen had gorgeous black granite with white cabinets. The island looked like a table it was huge and spanned the whole length of the room with chairs on one end of it. There were walls of windows on two sides of the room opening to the scenery. Jake set Sonya down on the island counter and then turned around to the fridge. Opening it Jake asks “What should be have? Should we make something or just do sandwiches? What do you feel like baby?”

"Ah, that's what concerns you? The answer is obvious really. I am not sure why you would need to ask me about it." "That tells me nothing," Trisha grumbled. "Fine, there are ways of making you talk. Where's your kitchen?" Nakuni pointed with a slim hand toward the designated room. "Why do you want to know that?" he questioned. "I'm going to make you talk," she replied. Wow, the kitchen was even more surprising than the front room had been. There was a tiny green rug by the fridge, but beyond that everything sparkled with cleanliness. No dishes on the counter, just a single bowl that was stacked with fruit. She took a banana and stuck her head out of the room. "What fruit do you eat, Nakuni?"