Romans & histoires Tiana Kitchen

Addy Walker once believed love was supposed to be loud—felt in bedtime stories, laughter in the kitchen, and the warmth of arms that made the world feel safe. That’s how it was before her mother died. Before her father changed. Grief hollowed him out. The man who once teased and protected became a shell—quiet, cold, unreachable. Then came the bottles. The slammed doors. The bruises. Addy, now eighteen, has learned to survive in silence—walking lightly, speaking carefully, hiding her pain beneath long sleeves and polite smiles. She works long hours to keep food on the table while her father sinks deeper into debt and addiction. One night, she comes home to a dark, freezing house—again. The electricity is off. Again. And she knows why. She confronts him, her voice sharper than it’s ever been. He denies it at first, but the truth is already spread across the kitchen counter in final notice bills and losing betting slips. He’d gambled away the electric bill money on a horse. The argument erupts. He screams, she stands her ground. When he slaps her, she doesn’t flinch. Something inside her shifts. She’s done waiting for the man he used to be. Addy packs a bag. She’s leaving—for real this time. No plan. No destination. Just freedom. But as she storms out into the rain, a long, black car pulls up to the curb. A man steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, older. His face is hard, almost frightening in the shadows, but he’s striking. Dangerous. And calm.

Emma Thompson appears to be the perfect devoted wife until her husband leaves for a business trip and his dominant, massively endowed best friend Jax shows up. One forbidden, brutal fuck on the kitchen counter awakens a starving slut inside her. What begins as a secret affair quickly spirals into raw threesomes, savage double penetration, extreme breeding sessions, and total sexual ownership. As Emma’s body and mind are ruined for her husband, she risks everything for the mind-shattering orgasms only Daddy and his friends can give her. How long can she keep her double life before it all explodes?

Sold by her father to pay a gambling debt, Freya is dragged during a night with her boyfriend into a world of monsters. Kidnapped by Lucien, a cold Vampire King with a shattered heart, and Duncan, the most powerful Alpha-to-be, she’s branded a lowly kitchen slave. However, her scent triggers a primal war when Duncan, claims she is his fated mate. As her dormant Fae blood awakens, Freya discovers she isn't a victim but a Sovereign. Caught between a Vampire’s obsession and a Werewolf’s soul-bond, she must embrace a forbidden connection with three dangerous protectors to claim her throne.

Four sisters sat on the kitchen floor in a circle each holding their favorite icecream tub and started discussing their heart problems. Rude but not so... Rude Badboy but not so... Badboy Player but not so... Player Jerk but not so... Jerk "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them. "Don't worry dears! This is not the end and we will find someone else for sure. That is life which goes on and on and on." assured the elder sister. Well we will also see how they will get out of this Not so... Cliché lives, but will they?

After one very personal prank sparks an all-out war, Tara finds herself locked in a battle of egos with the Twin captains of the hockey team. Infamous heartbreakers. Menaces with matching smirks. one-liners, and sabotage so insane it makes the school gossip page explode daily. But when a family arrangement forces the twins to move in, the battlefield shifts from school hallways to bathrooms. From cafeteria showdowns to kitchen tension that’s definitely not just about burnt toast. Enemies were easy. Living under the same roof? Complicated. Especially when both twins aren’t backing down. They started this war. She’s going to end it… unless her heart gets caught in the crossfire.

The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected. "Who, who, who are you?" She became a heavy stutterer in an instant. The man who stood at the door to the kitchen walked forward and the light illuminated his features. He was lean and tall, very tall. Dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and dark suit pants, the few exposed parts of his body were ashen, lifeless and cold, like a bleak winter day. "Marry me." These were the two words that came from the deathly pale lips of his emotionless face... ********** Moving away from her overprotective parents, Geneva thought that she could finally lead a stress-free life. This was ruined when a ghost demands intimacy with her, his soulmate, to recover his lost memories and body.

The new teacher gave the wrong medicine, causing a child to suffer sudden cardiac arrest and die after failing to receive timely help. My fiance, who was also the vice principal, forged evidence on her behalf and pinned all the blame on me. I was fired and reported by the child's parents. Due to insufficient evidence, I was acquitted. But the child's devastated parents broke into my home with a kitchen knife and hacked me to death, severing me in multiple places. My fiance chose to cover it up for them. He disposed of my body and even comforted the parents. "A life for a life. Let this be my atonement." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the teacher gave the child the wrong medicine.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

Tania got separated from her parents when she was just a little baby, no one knew why she was left in front of the pack, but they all assumed it was because she was a low born. She was discriminated and bullied because of the unknown but she was able to keep up with it all only because of her friendship with the soon to be alpha, Allerick Sullivan. But these all came to an end when Allerick found out that Tiana was her mate! He quickly rejects her and gave her the disgrace of her life, it has only been a pretense after all. She had thought Allerick would be the end of all her suffering. She could pick herself up by leaving the pack while risking being tagged as a rogue or staying in the pack, while she sits in humiliation and bullying for the rest of her life. She chose the latter. But fate was on her side when she finds her second Chance mate in the Alpha who ordered her to be captured and killed. He soon took to her liking and taught her how to fight back, he started to help her find her powers, her wolf and her parent. And he finally helped her see her qualities and her worth…

[This month’s property management fee is $1,500. Please make the payment on time.] My wife, Grace Anderson’s phone screen lit up. I glanced at it and then took the phone. “Did the management office miscalculate this? Our management fee should only total up to $28 a month.” Grace stood up abruptly and tried to snatch her phone back. “He must’ve miscalculated! Let me talk to him.” However, I had already clicked on the link and read the page. [Cloud Mansion, property owner: Ken Smith.] The young male nanny cooking in our kitchen had the same name. Something snapped in my brain. The three of us were living in a very small house, but Grace had bought a mansion for our manny!