Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

A smaller rack made of wire hangs above the turntable, filled with old vinyl records from the last century, kind of like the one the triplets have back home. “Luna,” Axel says, interrupting my inspection. “Right,” I say. “Food prepared by Ama, eating and connecting.” Axel takes my arm gently, and I allow him to guide me into his kitchen and help me into my seat—a simple chair made of the same wood slats as the table in front of the sofa. Similar gray curtains line the small window in the kitchen, too. Wood shelves lined with stacks of mismatched plates, bowls, and sturdy drinking glasses sit on the wall above the countertop and stove. It’s fancier than the triplets’ kitchen for sure.

After drying off, she pulled on a fresh outfit and brushed her hair into a neat ponytail. Without wasting another moment, she headed down to the first floor for breakfast. --- The dining hall buzzed with conversation and laughter. On one side sat the omegas. At the head of the other table sat her father, with her mother by his side and the other high-blood wolves she recognized. Her uncle and Harold sat beside Thalia, who was beaming. Beta Kelvin was smiling. Knox sat nearby, dressed in a black suit, his hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. The sunlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face.

SAMANTHA If the veranda was huge, the inside of the house is massive. As Samantha entered the huge doors now behind her, she’s still at awe by how grand her eyes are seeing. The living room itself is so big it would fit her own living room plus her kitchen. She followed as the others made their way through the kitchen, with Beatrice’s hand still linked with her. Now, if the living room was impressive, the kitchen is glorious. It is the type of kitchen that anyone who loves to cook would want to have. Big island counter, big sink, big oven. Everything is so huge it made her own kitchen so tiny. Across the big kitchen is the dining area. There’s a 12 seater dining set and on top of the tables

Sienna shook her head and pointed at the small restaurant that looked more like a family-owned home-cooked food joint. “They serve the most delicious food in the world,” said Sienna. Lucas stared at it with his jaws dropped. The name, Lara's Kitchen was engraved above the mediocre glass entrance door. A huge blackboard was kept near the entrance with the menu choices written on it. It was a stark opposite of the expensive restaurant next to it. He followed Sienna meekly although he had never eaten at such a restaurant in his entire twenty-eight years of life. He was born with a golden spoon as his dad was a famous architect and his mom an Interior Designer. Their genes however had been passe

"Their ingredients are all sheep offal. As for the tattooed skin you mentioned, we believe it was a standard meat inspection stamp. No missing-person reports have been filed in the city for over six months." "No!" I protested. "That mark wasn't a stamp. It was a tattoo!" The officer sighed, his patience thinning. "Miss, you're overthinking this. We thoroughly inspected their kitchen. My colleagues even tested their soup base. It's not human flesh." Not human flesh? Was I blind? "I'm certain that was my boyfriend's tattoo. And I haven't heard from him in a month!" "Oh?" The officer paused, his tone skeptical. "Then why didn't you file a report earlier?"

Her hands were trembling. Her legs moved anyway, dragging Blair with her across the room toward Keira and Rose. “No, nothing is wrong with the baby, but I need to get out of here,” Sutton said through gritted teeth. Keira frowned, looking down at her food like she’d just been told Christmas was cancelled. “But we just got here. And the food is amazing. Have you tried these little quiche things? Rose says the chef made them specially.” “Now, Keira.” Sutton didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

I walked to the bathroom, it's so large and beautiful and I return to the room, I went straight back to the food , I quickly unwrap the sharwarma and started eating it with my icecream, I couldn't even finish the sharwarma and samosa but I finlsh my love cream after eating I picked up the tray and walk out of the room to take it to the kitehen but I do not know where the kitchen is ,I thought it should be around the living room and I climb down the stairs, Kunle and his mom were chcrying cling something on the laptop in the living roomand I turn back to climb the stairs back to my room and I heard my name belng

He warmly beckoned Suki. "Anything is fine, I'm not picky." Suki's answer was easygoing. Hayden was great at assisting people in ordering food, so he ordered steaks and the like, making quick decisions. The food was served quickly, and the two chatted while eating. Suki elegantly sliced her steak. When she held the knife, her fingers were incredibly agile. "Mr. Gunn, did you require my assistance in examining the wound?" She asked while cutting.

“Don’t thank me, it’s Ms. Kira who is particularly tolerant of you. If it were me, I just want to beat you up.” Then he pushed open the door of the kitchen, turned around and left. Thiago took a deep breath and strade into the door. The kitchen in Hamilton Hotel was amazingly clean, just like a sterile and dust-free food production workshop, with only two colors: silver and white It was quiet here, and the only thing Thiago could hear was his breathing and heartbeat. Turning a corner, he saw a petite figure standing beside the stainless steel console. The console was very big, which made her even thinner.

Their eyes were full of smiles as they greeted them. Soheila was holding a plate full of barbecues, Sirene had tongs in her hands wearing an apron, and Luna was holding the chicken as she showed how perfectly cooked it was. Behind them, a long table with the steaks in the middle, the gravy was around it, a plate with a bowl placed in it. The bowl had ramen on it which is specially prepared by Luna. Beside the plate was a spoon, fork, and chopsticks, on the other side, is a wine glass. Dim lights were floating in the air.