Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

Marco tugg The morning light invaded Savanah's kitchen, relentless and clear. It was a space that resembled a laboratory or a minimalist art gallery more than a place where food was prepared. Everything was stainless steel, matte black granite, and unobstructed surfaces. The glass jars aligned with millimetric precision in the pantry held spices that looked like geological samples, not ingredients. Not a knife was out of place, nor a stain on the polished concrete floor. It was the realm of absolute control, a physical extension of Savanah's own mind.

I said closing my eyes with my two palms "Do you need pinching" I hear Kira say "Damn, this kitchen smells so nice. Where did you guys get all this stuff from," I asked, still admiring what I saw. The kitchen was kinda messy. On one side was flour poured on the table and broken eggs placed inside each other, and on the other side of the table were some veggies roots. The kitchen smelt nice, but the appearance of the kitchen said otherwise. There was a bowl scattered on the table, knives and flour all over some kitchen cabinets, and some batter spilt on the table. I know Kira is a chef because we work in the same restaurant, and she stays in the kitchen department doing all their flipping stu

Once they arrived at the barbeque house, Sakura did not miss the fact that it was indeed a state-of-the-art design. The equipment was top notch—gas barbeque, stove, oven, and marble benchtop. There was even a large sink for washing as well. Talk about convenient. Indeed, this was a man’s territory. Daddy James’s territory. Sakura and Akira were placing the platters of seafood onto the benchtop when Michael rushed up to them.

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

"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.

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.

Staring at Dominik's naked body for so long could drive her crazy. "What a crazy man," Adine cursed as she rubbed her chest. Adine stared at the white kitchen without blinking. The white marble kitchen had caught her attention. With a modern minimalist design, the kitchen looked elegant and luxurious. She had never seen such a kitchen design before, not even in her house. The spacious kitchen had a unique cabinet that seemed to store different types of liquor—equipped with a mini-bar located to the left of the kitchen set. Meanwhile, the dining table and chairs were in the middle of the room.