Born With A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

Just so he could love her whenever he wanted. Nate was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was already where most men only dreamed of reaching. There was nothing in this world that remained out of his reach, yet his arms only reached for her. All this money and attention couldn't stir him the way her one look did. The way her scent did.

He sat down at the dining table and watched her scoop some stew into a bowl. She declared, "I'll have a bite to taste." She picked up her spoon, but he immediately gripped her wrist and brought the spoon to his mouth instead. He ate from the spoon and swallowed the mouthful of stew. That was enough to give him the runs. "What do you think?" Beverly asked eagerly, hoping for a compliment. "It's delicious," James lied through his teeth. The stew had an… interesting flavor. He'd forgotten about her upbringing as an heiress. She'd been born with a silver spoon in her mouth and had later married Evan, who'd provided a life of luxury for her. She'd also had her dail

She pointed at Inara and Zee. Eve glared at her and stood up. "Among us three, you're the one born with a silver spoon. Your father is an accountant general. He has held other positions with money. We have never been jealous of you. We stick by you, even when you treat us less." "Isn't that because of my status?" Cassy said, her attitude snobbish, chin raised defiantly.

Starlight immediately went to the cabin to sleep leaving me and Kayla alone in the sitting area. She chose a sit at the other side away from me. Silver came to the back carrying snacks with a wide smile. She looked between me and Kayla with a knowing grin. "Is this your first time on a private plane, pretty boy?" I raised my brow at her. "My father is one of the richest men in the world. Do you think we don't have a set of our own?" Silver chuckled raising her hands in surrender. "Okay pretty boy, don't get too salty..."

They said they envied me because I was raised and provided for with a silver spoon, and I could simply have everything I wanted with just a snap of my fingers. Before, I thought that living a luxurious life was a blessing that only a few people could have. But as I grew older, I realized that having all of this was far from being lucky; it was more of a curse. A curse that kept me from reaching my dreams and hindered me from pursuing the things my heart truly desired.

Make sense. I'm the only child and in my situation, my parents spoiled me. They feed me with silver spoons and treat me like a princess. I got everything I wanted and people at school used to envy me but I really don't care. I just don't care what other people think. Up till now, I have been the same.

Strange because I wasn’t one of those people who went around helping people, I mean my time was really too precious. I was the golden child born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I could have anything I wanted if I just gestured to it. I wasn’t spoiled; I was just born this way. My dad had worked hard for all the wealth and now it was mine by right. So the fact that me, Baron Hoffman had stooped down to pick up someone else’s shit was a big deal.

His voice sounded pleading. I raised my eyes to his, somewhat sceptically, not sure yet why I am here. He is close, knees bent, squatting in front so that our faces are almost at level, but he is not touching me. "I was born, as that saying goes, with a silver spoon in my mouth." I see his lips twist slightly as he says this. "And that by default comes with a lot of attention drawn to your every move. Even the teachers in my school seemed aware of my family's social status when they spoke to me."

I was born rich. I was born into the house of a billionaire. For the first few months of my birth, nobody was allowed to touch me because I was royal. Nobody was allowed to touch my skin even after I grew up because of my skincare. You had to be sterilized before you came near me. That was the life I grew up living. You did not expect me to get used to a dirty place. Filthy children I had only ever seen them on television. I grew up watching Barbie where dirt was edited and still adorable. My whole life had been a fairytale and I got everything I wanted.

She had this way about her that just shocked him. “If you’re hungry all you have to do is tell the chef…” “Wow… Imagine having a chef at your beck and call…” “Well… I didn’t always have it.” No idea what made him tell her that. “Wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, trust me…” He hated recalling how fucked up his childhood was. “Yeah, I read something about you and your brother… From rags to riches type thing… You were like on the streets…”