Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

“That sounds like fun.” The waitress approached, delivering a bamboo platter completely covered in different types of sushi. From fresh unagi, to spicy tuna rolls, to sashimi, it was all there. “Anything else I can get you two?” the waitress asked. “Can we get some hot Saki, please?” Marco requested. “Of course,” she said. “I'll be right back with that.” Sabrina was staring at the plate of food as though she had just seen an alien. “I don't know what any of this is.”

She cooed. “I don’t feel comfortable answering that until we find out exactly what it means.” I told her. Beta Lucas leading the way through the maze of a house we took a small door off the hallway which went into the kitchen. It was like the one at Tommy’s restaurant only five times the size. Everything stainless and impeccably clean. Beta Lucas started cutting and dicing things. My eyes went wide at his speed. Who would have thought this brute would be so graceful in the kitchen. “Anything you like to eat?” He asked.

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.

Rurik Mansion – Main Kitchen 6:47 p.m. The aroma of fresh spiced tea filled the room, blending with the soft sound of the still-warm kettle resting on the marble counter. Susan wore a loose sweatshirt and thick socks. The afternoon had been heavy — memories of Jenn still echoed in every corner of the mansion — and she had found a silent refuge in the kitchen. As she stirred her tea with distracted movements, she heard soft footsteps approaching. “That smells good,” said a feminine voice, soft and polite, but with something almost… synthetic in its cadence.

"When was the last time you actually rested? "Wait... Do you smell that?" The air went still. The usually bold and untamed Alpha blushed, quickly turning his face away. After a pause, he stood up abruptly. "I'm going to take a shower." As the pain slowly subsided, a sense of relief settled over me. I managed to finish two full bowls of hot soup in one sitting. The door opened again. Jack stepped inside, now dressed in a crisp white shirt. Droplets of water clung to his damp blonde hair, trailing down past the open collar that revealed part of his chiseled chest.

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.

Just expensive emptiness. "Kitchen," Aureliano commands. He doesn't look back. I follow. I count my steps on the marble. Click. Click. Click. We enter a kitchen that is bigger than my entire apartment. Stainless steel surfaces gleam under harsh, clinical lights. A man is standing by the island. He is huge. Broader than Aureliano, with shoulders that strain against his black t-shirt. His head is shaved, revealing a jagged, pale scar that runs behind his ear like a lightning strike.