Sukuna Kitchen Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

’ he asked mentally. As he entered the establishment, he was not expecting a greeting from Chris anymire or after a response. Keatton decided not to talk and continued entering as he brings the lunch of him and Damon. Clarise wasn’t there anymore that made Keatton wonder. He shrugged his shoulders and entered the elevator. He keeps on asking why no one would enter this elevator—shrugging the thought of it as he pressed the close button. And in less than two minutes, he was on the second floor. He stepped out and walked the hallway. Keatton felt all the memories rushing through his mind. It was a beautiful, yet scary reminiscing for him. Moreover, it was a big lesson for him. Without it happe

Eiji on the other hand calls Yuuta, Yuu for short, most of the family members of the Ikeda family call Yuuta like that too. "I almost got tired waiting you know, anyway I already ordered some drinks and they just arrived a while ago so come on in. I bet you're hungry after a full day shift, I already heated the food so that we can eat it while it's hot" The whole room was big enough to have its own kitchen, living room and has an extra bedroom inside. Almost all of the presidential suites were like that although the difference is that their kitchen only has basic appliances like the microwave oven and fridge. while the room allotted for the Ikeda family has a fully equipped kitchen which was

Pushing open the door Aurora frowned when she discovered the place was deserted, ‘Where had all the staff gone? She thought idly gazing around her, it all felt a little surreal but the gnawing hunger pains in her stomach drove her to the huge industrial fridge she spotted in the corner. Opening it she perused the offerings inside pulling out some cut meat and salad and placing it on the spotlessly clean table. Another search turned up a freshly baked loaf and homemade butter and she set to making herself some sandwiches, she was so engrossed with what she was doing she never saw or heard the Chef approaching. ‘What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?’

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.