Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

Syila hasn't had time to look around other places let alone the kitchen, so this is the first time she's seen Jake's apartment kitchen with her own two eyes. The sight of a beautiful kitchen with two hanging lamps plus a window that allows her to look up at the sky while cooking made Syila stunned for a moment. She even seemed to have just found heaven on earth for a woman whose hobby of cooking was right in front of her eyes. Excitedly she approached the cupboard, opened its contents. Her mouth immediately gaped when zhe found nothing in the cupboard which she thought contained all the cooking utensils in this kitchen. Even the fridge only contained canned drinks and fruit that was already

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

Suzan wiped her face and cheered up. Going down the stairs, she saw Ice Wolf on the sofa in the living room, discussing something with Greg. She asked impatiently: "Babe, is there any progress at the police station?" “Get up, eat first. Let’s talk about other things after eating!” Ice Wolf immediately came up to her and took out the lunch that the chef had just made from the incubator: Beef bone pot, braised prawns, stir-fried delicacies, steamed baby vegetables with bacon, all put on the Western dining table.

**Chapter 104 – Morning Visitors** **August 2032 – Friday morning, Nakamura house, Hot Springs, Arkansas** Sunlight filters through the kitchen windows, turning the steam from the rice cooker into soft gold mist. Keiko Nakamura moves with quiet efficiency—miso simmering on the stove, tamagoyaki rolling in the pan, fresh onigiri shaped on the counter. The house smells like home: dashi, grilled fish, and the faint pine scent drifting in from the open window overlooking the lake.

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

“This is where I would cry dramatically after my broody boss breaks my heart.” Henry raises a brow. “That happen often?” “Shut up and show us the kitchen.” We trail behind him, barely suppressing giggles. The kitchen is… potential. A deep farmhouse sink, an island that’s definitely seen better days, and an old wooden table that nearly makes me moan. The kind of surface you could knead bread dough or get very properly ruined on. Sloane leans in. “Tell me you’re picturing what I’m picturing.” I hum. “Ass up, face down?”