1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

He deserves at least one spoon for all of his hard work and brainpower. I pushed the ice cream bowl towards him while keeping my spoon to myself. His gaze alternated between the bowl and my spoon. His expression said, 'Do you want me to have this with my hands?' "You are in the kitchen right now. Take another spoon" I suggested reading his eyes and intentions. "No!" He snatched the spoon from my hand "I am tired" What? Before I could protest, he took a spoonful which was equal to my three spoons, and had it, while licking the spoon, raping it with his tongue.

Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served'' The head maid spoke and with a click on a glass everyone started to dig into their meals. Okay, so now I had one main problem. Which fucking cutlery am I going to use. As I stared down the table everything seemed blur. There were like a hundred and one different spoons, forks and something that looked like knives? This is more frustrating than Math formulas and calculus. Everyone seemed to ignore each other, even surprisingly Andrew had no problem using his. Well, he had some help from his girlfriend, Rae who sat by him.....Obviously.

The only pieces of furniture was a worn out, dirty looking settee with lots of holes in its foam and a small round table with two chairs few feet away from it. The kitchenette was at one side of the room. The only equipments were a stove, toaster and a coffee maker. She didn't hesitate to look towards the cutlery area. Spoons! There were only spoons, no forks, no knives. "Now I wouldn't want you playing around with dangerous objects would I?" Marcus said with a wicked smile as though reading her thoughts. He stepped close to her. "Now why don't you go over there and make us a nice sandwich, mm? I sure have missed your cooking," he whispered close to her ear and played with the ends of her ma

“And don't let him near my chair.” I reached over and picked up a large silver serving spoon resting on the table and threateningly hit the spoon into my open palm. Carlson and the man laughed as I gave the red-haired man my best menacing look. Carlson patted his friend on the shoulder with a smile and a shake of the head before heading off to greet more of his guests. “You'd really hit me over the head with a serving spoon to keep me from spiking the punch?” the man asked, eyeing the spoon still in my grip. “Is that medically safe?”

Chapter 68: The Big Eater and the Fascinating Swordplay THE SECOND game that the group spotted on was played together by the almost-couple; Shiki and Russu. It was just a simple super extra-large three dumplings and an extra-large bowl of spicy noodles eating contest where they have to beat the faster previous record by eating the foods that will be given to them a minute before the game starts. "Oh, my! Look at that cute kid!" "Are they siblings? The other guy with him? Did he take him with him to watch?"

Mika looks at them as they lay the covered plates in front of them, and then a third one in the middle, its quite bigger than the two. They both take a deep breath and exchange a glance before opening the plates. "What?" Mika frowns slightly. "Small spoons?" Luc raises his eyebrows too and then opens the one in front of them, seeing it, both of them sigh again and then laughs, along with Maya and Miles. "I told you they will like it." Miles chips to Maya who rolls her eyes. "The spoon was my idea too." She adds In the middle of the table is a large tub of ice cream with different toppings and then drizzled chocolate to top it all off.

On the day of my birthday party, everyone from the pack had turned up, the place loud and alive. Then, Glen arrived late, arm-in-arm with Fawn. Fawn’s lips were swollen and red, and Glen had a few suggestive marks on his neck. Their intimacy drew whistles and jeers from the crowd. “Our future Alpha sure is energetic,” someone called. Fawn gave a coy, practiced smile while Glen casually draped his arm around her shoulders. In my last life, I probably would’ve fainted on the spot. This time, I simply glanced at them, cool and measured, before returning to my friends and taking a small sip of water as if nothing had happened.

I handed him a spoon and stepped back, waiting for him to show me what he'd learned since our last session. The moment he held the spoon in his hands, I knew I was in for it. He gripped it like it was a weapon. His knuckles were white, posture stiff. Reed looked like he was preparing to fight the vegetables rather than cook them. “Reed.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It's a spoon, not a sword. Relax your grip.” “Sorry.” He loosened his fingers slightly. “Like this?” “Better.” I pointed at the bowl of chopped tomatoes. “Now, stir the sauce. Gently. Like you're... I don't know, stirring a potion for a love spell.”

They are sitting in the dinning area and having breakfast, she is holding the spoon in her hand and her head and laid in her palm. Her face gas a blank expression and she keeps stabbing the good on the plate with the spoon. Jonas glances at him once in a while to see her acting in the same way and only picking tiny bits of the food in her mouth. He sighs and throws his spoon into the bowl of porridge in front of him. She moves up in fright and she realizes what actually scared her, she glares at him and he glares back at her and he says to her, his hands clenched and his face a little wrinkled,

She listened to the voice note first. “Emerald, I was able to find something which I think will work for what you are looking for. This spell can be done at any time of the moon phase but it must be performed at midnight, no sooner and no later.” Emerald was pleased to hear that there was no moon phase dependency as she wanted to do the spell as soon as possible. After listening to the voice note she read the spell. What once was one Now make it two Keep them separate Keep them true Let them not seek