Born With A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

So what about Silver had led to him being given that road name by his adopted MC family? Happy to have found something to amuse herself with, to distract her busy mind with, Jo sipped her coffee calmly and contemplated why a man would be christened ‘Silver’. Then – of course, I knew this would happen – just like that, Zeke’s silver eyes appeared in front of her own dark ones. They were glowing down at her as she knelt before him, his hard body pushed up against the wall, her mouth moving up and down his perfect cock, his groans of pleasure echoing in her ears.

Rich men always deserved it. Men born with silver spoons in their mouths deserved to be dragged down from their lofty towers every once in a while. The man himself had spent his entire life struggling. He was born poor and would likely die poor. No matter how hard he worked, no matter how much he saved, the world had never once rewarded him for his efforts.

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

“I can’t say much because of the cntract rules.” Mercy sighed loudly, letting her hands drop, “ugh, it should’ve been me, carry a rich man’s baby, get treated like royalty, live in a castle?” She twirled once in the grand hallway, her boots tapping the marble floor, “what do I have to do, sell my soul?” Isabel chuckled and led them into the dining room. The table was already set, steam rising from the dishes. Mercy’s jaw dropped again. “This is not dinner, this is art,” she whispered, eyes locked on the glazed chicken.

I just sighed and took a sip of my freshly squeezed lemon juice. Honestly, it sucks to be born with a silver spoon. Some of you might think that being born into a wealthy family is good but we'll prove you wrong. Some of the wealthy families are not happy, especially us, the socialites. Nonetheless, I'm still thankful that I was born with a silver spoon.

Silver snapped, her jaw clenched. Malia’s eyes lit with delight. "She speaks, wow.” She cackled. Silver felt the reporters closing in on them, and since they were outside, she couldn't stop them. "Step out of my way, Malia." Silver said sternly, barely hanging on. She needed to see her son; she didn't have time for Malia’s shameless schemes. “Make me." She dared. “You do realize that I didn't grow up rich, right?" Silver crossed her arms.

subjected to that invasive, dissecting gaze, like you're some pathetic, blinking specimen wheeled out for general public viewing, a low-budget circus act that nobody paid to see. But here we are. According to my mother, Silver Ridge is some sort of mythical panacea, the geographical cure-all that's going to mend our frayed lives. "New town, new start, a clean slate, Evie!" she chirps, rolling out every tired platitude known to mankind. That relentless, forced optimism is so thick and sticky that I genuinely worry about contracting secondhand cheerfulness poisoning. I just about want to gag on her determinedly bright outlook. The car, an aging sedan that's seen more cities than I care to coun

] By the time Savannah finished her shower and came out, there was a plate of steaming hot food on a chipped plate sitting on the table. My back was to her as I quietly ate my half. There hadn't been much to begin with, and split in two, it would be gone in just a few bites. But I deliberately waited until the water stopped running before I started shoveling it into my mouth. On the way here, I'd scoured the Internet for everything I could about Savannah. She was the Reed family's only daughter and had been born with a silver spoon. She was used to the good things in life, was beautiful, and was wealthy. There was no shortage of men trying to cozy up to her.

Grabbing me by my waist, he breaks away from me and speaks; “You know, you have been living a princess life till now! Hidden and protected from the real world–” “Aren't we all?” “No, princess. Not all of us are born with a golden spoon in our mouth …some of us have worked hard to come here, and thrive to stay here.” ___________

she said while counting money out of her purse. "You want the money that's why you are so desperate to work hard so you can make cash out of every little thing you do but I can't blame you, you aren't like me who was born in the silver spoon, people like you eat dust to survive while I eat gold so you would do anything to taste the tip of my gold," she said with a kind of mocking gaze. Miguel only stared at her but didn't say anything, with the look in his eyes, he was upset but covering it up with a smile.