1 Guy 2 Spoon Novels & Stories

I kept it back on the tray and said, "Then dig in." I said, then picked the spoon, because he made the noodles in a way that they had liquid on them, which means that you need a spoon for them. I used the spoon and tried to eat them, but as expected, he did not cut the noodles into small pieces. For a person using the spoon, you had to interchange between the fork and the spoon, and there was only one spoon and fork lying on the tray. He picked up the food and started eating. He must be really hungry because he did not notice that I was not eating for the first two minutes.

I start walking towards it and Atlas, being the stubborn asswipe he is, doesn’t let go of the howling tall guy so I’m forced to drag him along. When I reach my precious little metal friend, I crouch down to grab it. First, I take a moment to examine the damage, then I wipe it off against my shirt until it’s clean and then, I turn to the guy again, holding the spoon up for him to see. “Bet you five dollars I can shove this inside your dick so hard it’ll get lodged in your balls and by the time the demonic doctors figure out how to get it out, the spoon will take the shape of a heart.” His eyes widen again but this time, he has no words to retaliate with. Sad damn days.

She's having too much fun with this. "And lucky him, I knew exactly where to find you!" Quinn beams, her thumb hitched over her shoulder. I glare at her. I want to titty punch her right now. I want someone to record it in one of those slow motion apps so I can rewatch it over and over too. They both stare at me expectantly, and my body temperature begins to warm. "Fine," I groan. "You have five minutes." Walking through the living room I nonchalantly toss a pillow over the tub of ice cream as I walk by. It isn't just any tub of strawberry ice cream. It's one of those giant plastic tubs that no woman should set on her lap and eat with a spoon without supervision.

I held my breath and looked at the spoon that was so close to my nose. I gulped as I looked at the person pointing the spoon at me. I was a chubby man, with a handlerbar mustache and a chief cap on. He kinda remains me of the fake Italian chief from a K-drama movie i watched a couple of months ago.. What was it again? Ah, Yes, Vincenzo. Shaking my head at that thought, I watch the man being down the spoon and drop it on the counter. "What were you trying to do?" He asked, folding his hand and I cleared my throat to answer but he cut me off "That," He said pointing to the soup on the pot, "is for the Alphas"

Yet, there is a bitterness on his face that Jessie sees, but knows it isn't being directed at him for once. Jessie pulls out two pudding cups, still attached to each other. He frowns and places it atop his lap then digs into the bag again. His mouth twists up into a grim line, and he chances a glance up at Halo. Jessie Lio: Gael didn't bring spoons. He then glances at Halo, then pops one pudding cup off. Halo stares at him hesitantly as Jessie pushes the cup towards him with eager eyes. Halo Noel: Thank you, Jessie. Though, I might have an idea of how we can eat this.

I didn’t get to finish my statement before he dug his spoon into the plate and shoved it into his mouth “What the fuck, you can have it” I pushed to plate to him in disgust “Thank you thank you,” he said shoving more spoons in his mouth while we stared in horror “Oh my fucking God, you guys need to try this” he took a spoonful each and shoved it into Caleb and Dylan’s mouths before they could protest In no time my plate was empty while I stared in horror. What the fuck was going on?

I put the leaves on the toy plates and fork and spoon each side. “Woah~ These look so delicious!” Zion gasped, clapping his hands. “Eat well, honey,” I said, pointing the food. Zion picked up the fork and spoon but halted when he realized something. “Why is there only one fork and one spoon?” In the orphanage where I came from, kids usually eat food with single spoon and fork. Or sometimes, we just use our dirty hands to grab the hard bread. So I was confused on why Zion was looking for more cutlery.

“Wait until the drink comes.” I frowned and went still before looking down the way toward where the woman was coming back with a giant glass bowl filled with something that seemed to bubble and spew clouds of mist. She set it on the table with a beaming smile before placing a set of metal straws and a set of spoons that look like broomsticks on the table. “You two enjoy!” “How… are we supposed to eat all of this?” I asked looking at him. “One bite at a time.” I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed before gabbing one of the serving utensils. “Which one would like to try first? A classic? Something more daring?”

“The mistress will inspect you after.” Another man carried a pot, spooning little dollops of oats into the plates. When he came near me, he smelt clean in this house full of filth. I stared at his fingernails, noticing how sparkling they were. He dropped a spoon in mine then paused and added another one. “Hey,” the girl I used her soap pointed at my bowl. “He gave her two spoons,” she whined.

"Before I forget we're in a war zone and take you on this floor." I step back, breathless, my skin burning where he touched me. I move to the kitchen table. Spadino is there. He is perched on the edge of the wood, his feet resting on the bench. He is peeling a blood orange with a combat knife. The blade is six inches of serrated steel, designed to gut a man. In Spadino’s hands, it is a delicate instrument. He slices the rind in a perfect spiral, the zest releasing a burst of citrus scent into the air.