Big Spoon Little Spoon Novels & Stories

The clatter of stainless steel spoons against ceramic plates felt louder than usual, each ring echoing like a gavel in the small dining room. Tobi focused on the steam rising from the mountain of efo riro (soup) on his plate, trying to disappear into the earthy scent of locust beans and spinach. But the anonymity he had worn like a second skin for years had been stripped away by his own hands.

Little Cupcake picked up the bowl in front of him and filled it with stew. “I said that I don’t drink stews.” Sirius had a stiff expression on his face. “But this stew is really tasty. I’m not lying to you. Just try some of it,” Little Cupcake pouted and said in a pampered tone. Sirius could not stand the way she talked to him. His brows were furrowed tightly. Finally, he accepted the bowl of stew from her. Quincy smiled. It seemed that he only listened to what Little Cupcake said.

I need to play along until I find a way to escape. Yes. I should do just that. I hesitantly pick up the spoon, then scoop a spoonful from the bowl. Hmmmm...... It tastes good. better than the bread and soup I normally have for dinner. Very delightful. An aftermath buzz lingering in my mouth. Absolutely delicious. I take more spoons until my stomach couldn't take no more. "Am full." I say, then push the plate away. I feel like I would burst open like a tomato if I eat another spoon.

he replied. Klein gave a thoughtful look. " What are we going to do then? " He asked. " I have a solution but it might be a little bit of stress," he said. " I don't care what I have to do. So far it would give me my desired result, I will gladly do it" Klein asserted. The stranger seemed quite satisfied with what he said. Then he brought out a small stick looking like a magic wand from his pocket.

Ada Wood holds a big spoon and reaches out to get the bowl to help him serve the soup. Her outstretched hand, did not touch Viola Turner's bowl, was suddenly stopped bb Aaron, "I want to drink soup." However, Ada Wood takes Aaron's bowl and scoops him a large bowl of soup. She puts it in front of him. Then he picks up chopsticks and puts the dishes for Viola Turner. However, he is stopped by the bowl that stretches over. "I'm going to eat this, and this, this, you get it for me." Aaron casually pointed to a few dishes on the table and looked at Viola Turner .

DELIA "Will you stop that? It's not funny." I said with an unamused look on my face. "I think it's cute." He licked the last scoop and stretched the bowl for more but I took it from him and placed it in the sink. "If you won't help out, you should just chill in the living room watching N*****x." "Fine, fine." He groaned. "What do you want me to do?" He grabbed an apron and a hat and then stood beside me. I chuckled a little at his funny costume before getting back to work.

She cleaned the utensils she used, returned them into place and picked up her cereal. Immediately she turned, Isabella almost dropped the bowl due to fear. She didn't realize that Alex was standing behind her, she was so startled by his presence. "Alex , what are you doing here?" She asked him. Alex looked directly at the bowl. "Is that for me?" He asked with a visible grin appearing on his lips. Isabella was stunned and speechless. She furrowed her eyebrows angrily. "What? No.. it's mine'' she quickly denied. She was still angry at him. Alex smiled, he moved closer to her and grabbed her, she almost let go of the bowl. Alex looked into the food again and he smiled. Nuts, milk and freshly bl

She sighs with disappointment and turns away from me to get rid of the ass-tasting muffin. I step forward, grab the muffin and hold it up to my face, inspecting it. “Tastes like ass, you reckon?” Laughing, I take a massive bite out of the muffin and swallow it. “I don’t know what ass tastes like, but If it tastes like this,” I hold the muffin up to my lips and take another bite. “I’ve been missing out,” I say after swallowing. Ele waves her hand in front of my torso. “It must be the hormones speaking,” giggling, she shakes her head and uses her finger to pick up the crumbs from the plate, playfully placing them on her tongue.

I asked, biting my lower lip. “Say that money isn’t all that, because by extension to me and my family, you have money. So come on, join the team, Pookie,” Blaze finished and refilled his glass. “Pookie,” I repeated his word. My stomach churned, rejecting more food. I set my cutlery down, and subconsciously, I started tapping the table with my index finger. “Do you want me to stop?” Blaze asked. His expression grew gloomy. The smile was gone, and his skin no longer glowed under the lights.

I said with a wider grin. “Obviously!” Sophie laughed. The waitress brought the menu, and Sophie ordered my favorite. Soon, our food arrived and we dug in, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. After eating, Sophie paid at the counter with her card. As we stepped outside, we were greeted by the cool night breeze. “Do you want to go clubbing?” Sophie suddenly asked with a playful smile, but then paused as her eyes flicked down to my belly. “Ah—I forgot, you can’t,” she added softly.