Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

There are only a few common kitchen ingredients. "Can't you feel where that thing is?" Tristan said looking at Mizuki who was with him. Tristan even realized that the girl with the bangs covering her face was following him walking towards the kitchen. Tristan deliberately headed towards the kitchen first. Because they probably kept it in the kitchen with other items to disguise it. But by the time he and the girl next to him had opened every cupboard in the kitchen. None of them showed any signs of the existence of this mortal object.

We all stood and walked to the kitchen. Sianna remained at the open arch entrance of the kitchen and leaned against the wall as we scanned the area. The other men checked other areas for bugs or anything amiss. I went into each drawer and opened it. Everything was the usual except for a regular knife that I had never seen before. When they realized that I had frozen while looking into the drawer, the others came over to me, by the cupboard. “What is it?” Duke asked. He was not able to find anything strange about the cutlery.

he voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Okay,” I smiled, biting my index fingernail softly. “I want to go for a Sukiyaki with thin beef slices simmered with tofu, mushrooms, and veggies. Please, I want it hot and fresh, from one pot… and dipped in a raw egg.” “Your order has been taken,” he sighed dramatically, making me burst out laughing. “Wow! You must be used to expensive restaurants.” “Clock it!” I blushed. ***The next morning*** I huddled myself in the bed, reluctant to leave the warmth of sleep but I knew I had to move.

John signed to keep us silent and beckoned us to follow him. We did, when we reached the hallway to dining room, he mouthed us to stand still and watch. Kai rolled his eyes, while I just gave him a blank face but decided to do as he said. Kai and I peeked in, Hope and Suga were laughing loud. Hope will do that but Suga? On opposite sides Tex and James laughing too, I wonder who and what said, to make them laugh like this. That's when Suga voiced, "Jà, that's enough my tummy hurts, I can't laugh anymore". Kai and I eyed one another. Our command's mates walked out of the kitchen with dishes. They placed them on the table, Linda voiced, "Jà, soon bring that dessert let's start". There heard swe

The majority were historical fiction by authors I recognised, but the bottom shelf appeared to be crime thrillers. “Thank you for the invitation, Helena.” I turned towards the kitchen as I spoke, where Helena was stirring a saucepan on the gleaming white freestanding stove. Small sections of pine units and a granite worktop flanked her. Unlike Jackson’s cabin, their island had a sink and a separate white porcelain draining board. The room was L-shaped, and in the final section was a four-seater dining table.

Saturday morning she drove to Tribeca and parked the Cullinan and stood outside the studio door for thirty seconds and rang the bell. Hana Mori opened it before the ring finished. “You’re three minutes early,” she said. “Good.” She stepped back. “Bag by the door. Apron on the hook. Wash your hands at the left sink, not the right.” The studio was one long stainless steel counter, a magnetic knife strip covering the entire back wall, good lighting and no music and nothing decorative anywhere except a small framed photograph near the door of a market in Osaka that Kira looked at for two seconds and looked away from.

There were a few succulents in the window, and a vast array of spice racks, all with handwritten labels stuck onto small jars full of colourful herbs and spices. Thankfully, there was nobody else in there, so I let myself droop against Samyak a little more. He held my weight up effortlessly, and led me over to a large island surrounded by bar stool style chairs. I dragged my limp body up into one. They were a bright, seventies orange, which didn’t seem to fit with the rest of the kitchen’s décor at all. I liked them, though; they added a pop of colour to the room. “What would you like to eat?” Samyak asked, bringing his hand up to touch my elbow. He stood beside me, waiting as I chewed my li

"Okay." “Yeah.” Aruna hugged Saka's arm affectionately." Saka stepped down the stairs with a heavy heart. He started to approach and he could see various foods on the table. “You cooked all this?” “Yes, I cook a lot. I will do it every day if you like.” 'Damn! Why am I stuck like this?!'

I ask her curiously "Who cooks for Alpha Sioux?' Siya replied, " Me, he likes what I prepare for him." I ask again " What he likes to eat?" she eyed me doubtfully so I said truthfully " I want to make breakfast for him." Siya was relieved and said "I will teach you don't worry. So this is the kitchen have a look and tell me what you don't understand." So I observed every detail here in the kitchen, It was a modular kitchen with every cabinet having unique utensils. walls are painted white, the kitchen encounter is very large and some chairs to sit in front of them.

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.