Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

He said, changing the subject. Ayla jumped at his question. “Sorry, I was busy. I’ll go take care of everything.” She turned and looked at me. “You want to come with me Luna? I mean Ume.” She blushed a little. I stood up from my chair. “Sure. I haven’t seen the kitchen yet.” I followed Ayla out of the office and all the way down the stairs, through the dining room and into the kitchen. It was a pretty standard kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a big island in the middle with cabinets all around. To my displeasure, the girl from earlier, Tsubaki, was standing at the island in a pair of cut-off jeans that showed the top of her ass and a small shirt tied up in the front, showing off

The curved LED television was just opposite the dining room, allowing those in the dining room to watch it as well as the ones in the living room. The kitchen was small and just as white and spotless as the living room. It's floor was tiled white and the cream coloured marble island with five high stools around it. It was filled with different dishes. Luna Annette was working at the gas cooker, making...a fish dish, so focused on it that she didn't realise I entered the kitchen. “Good morning luna.” I greeted. “Good morning, Andrea.” She said turning away from the stove. “Sorry, I didn't see you there.”

"If this is the enemy, what do our allies look like?" Keira loved this kitchen, it reminded her of home. Although it looked nothing like their kitchen back home, it had a homey touch to it. It reminded her of countless conversations with Don over a cup of tea. The kitchen was open plan, with a huge island complete with barstools. There were huge windows that gave you a complete look at the garden outside. "It is going to rain," Sasha said softly as she stared out of the window. "We are sitting ducks." Keira smiled at her friend. "In your current condition, I am also not going to allow you to fight." She eyed Sasha.

“What happened? You look like you're about to kill someone.” “Do I?” Lucas muttered. Ruffa nodded, arms crossed, “You do.” Kaley chuckled. “Leave him alone. He’s just jealous.” “Jealous? As if,” Lucas grumbled, flopping back onto the couch. The rich aroma of garlic, soy glaze, and simmering broth filled the air, weaving through the sleek, minimalist kitchen of Lucas Villareal’s condo. The space, all black marble counters and gleaming stainless steel, looked like it had been lifted from the pages of a design magazine—cold, perfect, and barely touched.

"I have to call the West Side captains. Sal’s territory needs to be reallocated before someone else tries to move in. There's food in the kitchen. Help yourself." He disappeared into a room behind a set of heavy double doors, leaving me alone in the vast, silent hall. I spent the next two hours wandering. I needed to know the dimensions of my cage. The kitchen was a chef’s dream—Sub-Zero appliances, a six-burner Wolf range, and a walk-in pantry stocked with enough artisanal pasta and imported olive oil to survive a siege. I opened a drawer and found a set of silver-plated cutlery, each piece engraved with a subtle 'C'. Even the forks belonged to the Famiglia.

Losing her, was not an option. . ***** . (Akira’s POV) . I walked towards the modern looking kitchen. It was an open space kitchen with minimalist concept, sleek and comfy. With the colour palette of grey and white, it was certainly having a touch of masculinity in it. “Does Sebastian cook?” I asked myself as I opened the fridge that was full of ingredients for me to cook. I could live alone in the house for at least a month with the amount of food stored in the kitchen. I took out the necessary ingredients from the fridge and prepared myself a simple dinner. I was not sure if Sebastian was coming back. I was not sure for how long he wanted to keep me in his penthouse as his prisoner.

The kitchen at Harrison’s villa was just as impressive as the entire house combined. It was spacious, modern, and bathed in natural sunlight streaming through the glass panels. With sleek white lines and minimalist cabinets running around the walls, the kitchen was a masterpiece of contemporary design. It was fully equipped with high-end appliances—an oversized refrigerator, a built-in wine cooler, and every culinary tool imaginable. At the center stood the island, featuring a waterfall edge and built-in seating that offered both comfort and function. Everything was neatly arranged.

Successfully I got up from the bed then I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. After freshening up I changed into a fresh pair of clothes then made my way down to the living room only to find Morana in the kitchen. She was cooking. I walked to the kitchen and everyone greeted me while bowing their heads in respect. “Good Morning, Luna.” When Morana heard them she also turned around and flashed a dazzling smile at me. “Good Morning, Luna Aurelia.” “Good Morning, everyone.” I greeted them back and walked near Morana. “Why are you cooking? We have chefs for that.” It was chicken soup that she was cooking. While I could see sandwiches, eggs, becon, sausage and Avocado toast lying on the kitchen is

Outside, the borderland morning arrived fully. Gold light through the safe house windows. Seven people around a table. Truth in a carry case. And Sera No pack. No bond. No title. No one's Luna. No one's mistake. No one's silence. Just herself. Finally, completely, irrevocably ust herself.

I knew that trick. Well, he knew it worked too. “I’m not heeere.” Issa’s voice floated in again from the end of the hallway. This time farther away. Sienna set a plate down on the island. Quesadillas cut into triangles, avocado, salsa, and sliced fruit. That woman genuinely did not know how to come into someone else’s house without taking over the kitchen like she was auditing the soul of the stove. “She’s behind the buffet,” she said without looking up.