Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

She says crazy talks to her weapons, preparing them for next day. After she was done admiring her lovely work-charm as she call them, she walked across the room, passing a shaking woman tied to the floor. Susanna goes to get a knife from the kitchen and chopped some onions, peppers and vegetables, she used these items to fry some eggs and brought them to the terrified woman and went back to get three slices of bread and water for her.

Was Igor making something in the kitchen? Knowing the house was fully secure, Rina shrugged off her concern and padded over in the direction of the sound. Just by the turning that led to the kitchen, Susan suddenly appeared carrying a bowl with steam coming out of it. She smiled at Rina unfazed and moved to the side, continuing her task of getting the bowl to the center of the dinning table, before turning back to her.

She gulped, a chef needs to live here and enjoy their profession. "Wow!" She breathed, her body moving around the place as she stare in enthrallment and admiration. The theme of the room is crow and charcoal along with tiny bits of tortilla. There is a charcoal island in the middle of the kitchen, six crow kitchen chairs surrounding the sides of it, their legs are white. It looks like a mini dining table meant for few people if you don't want it to look so formal. There are so many bowl pendant chandeliers down casting on the island, illuminating it with dim lights which Sa'eed changed to white lights, brightening the whole kitchen with just that. Another orb chandelier stood right in the mi

Yuriko called with a warm smile. Sakura nodded gently and stepped in. The kitchen is small, but full of life—sounds, aromas, and soft laughter. In one corner, Akari was preparig salad, while Yuriko stirred the curry and tasted the sauce from a large pot. Sakura looked around. There is something alive in this space. A kind of warmth—voices, scents, and casual movement that made everything feel connected. This kitchen… is nothing like the one in her apartment. Hers is always quiet. Empty.

Aaaaah, embarrassing. After finishing rinsing my hair and drying it with a towel, I went downstairs to the kitchen. My apartment mate, Jay Oliver, was busy fixing the coffee machine. He is a tall, dark-skinned man with curly black hair, the founder of a technology-related start-up company, and can't live without coffee. "Morning," I greet him, and he answers me with a casual mumble. I approached the hanging cabinet labeled "Azalea", and then tiptoed to grab a cup of ramen that I had deliberately stocked as much as possible.

“Ridiculous. After yesterday, and here I am, wearing his shirt like some kind of amulet.” She descended the stairs slowly to the kitchen, her hair tied carelessly in a high bun. There, she found Carla sitting on the dark marble counter, talking with Marina, who was stirring something in a pot, and Vladimir, always impeccable, organizing the dishes with surgical precision. “Good morning, mortals,” Susan said with a light smile and a serene glow in her eyes. Carla turned, widening her eyes slightly. “Look who decided to come down. Did you sleep well?” “Better than I expected,” Susan replied, approaching the charcuterie board and picking up a slice of bread with cheese. “And you? How was the sh

As she walked into the kitchen, she had the vague notion that it might be nice of her to make dinner for Knight for a change, but then she remembered that she couldn’t cook. “Pizza it is.” She went rummaging around in drawers in the kitchen until she found the one that held all the takeout menus. She had never known anyone not to have one of those drawers in their kitchen. She ended up ordering two pizzas, one of them being the hungry wolf, a large pizza that had every kind of meat imaginable on it. She figured that it was a safe bet that Knight would like it. The pizzas arrived just before Knight did, so Sue put them on a low heat in the oven to keep them warm. She may not have been any goo

None of them wanted to call me Sandy in front of the other members. When we walked into the kitchen the normal staff scattered. I glanced at Henry. He shrugged, "Smoke told them when we are in the city the kitchen is mine when I enter." I smiled at the thought of Joseph taking care of him. This kitchen looked like it belonged in a five-star restaurant. All stainless steel and shiny everywhere. A bit overwhelming. "I told you Sunshine, I told you the other kitchen is better." I felt a buzz in my back pocket and looked at my phone.

“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.

Omega Allyson and Omega Julia. As she watched her mother walk closer, she became even more uneasy; her heart wanted to run fast. It was still fresh in Kennedy's mind what her mother did to her ten years ago. She felt stiffened and could not even move a bit. Still, Kennedy managed to compose herself in front of her mother, the Luna of the Silver Cross pack. She lowered her head and said, " Greetings to Katherine, Luna of the Silver Cross pack." From a distance, she could see how fast the servant ran to avoid the luna.