Born With A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

so they didn’t eat her alive whenever she went to any of the gatherings, social events, parties, or charities. It wasn’t that everyone who was born with a silver spoon in their mouth did something remarkable that helped the country or the people clapped their hands until they hurt; there was nothing like that. The world’s population’s most spoiled brats came from these affluent families. For example, you could use my buddy and ex-girlfriend.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

“Silver, son of Draven and Liora. Heir to Drukbane. Child of light and shadow.” The priestess raised her hands. “Then let it be known. Silver of Drukbane, blessed by the Moon, born to lead and to heal.” The healers murmured prayers of thanks as they wrapped the baby in soft cloth. Outside, the pack gathered around the hut, waiting to hear news. When the priestess stepped out and lifted her hands, silence spread through the crowd. “The child is born!” she announced. “Healthy and strong. The Moon has blessed us again!”

A time I rarely think of because it causes such deep pain. My parents loved me and as the humans of the earth realm would say, I was raised with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was repeatedly told I came from the mightiest lineage of dragons and had to live up to my birthright. I was third in line to the throne-a royal child by right of royal birth.

He smashed the plate on Joshua’s head. He sneered! And laughed “what a coward!” the other students scoffed at Joshua seeing the foods on the plate drip down from his hair . He looked like he was in a dumpsite. “I’ve hit you, but do you dare to lay a finger on me?” Jay scorned he was born with a silver spoon , a typical affluent second rich generation. His family owned more than ten billion worth of assets. Who would dare to provoke him? He was the one who beat others up.

That was the only order he gave me, and I picked the silver spoon before my senses could kick in. When eating with royalty or anyone higher than you, it was taboo to use the silver spoon. It meant you didn’t trust the person. Well, I didn’t trust Alpha Horres, but that was beside the point. I erred, and he may punish me for this. I tried to replace the silver spoon with a wooden one, but he just ordered coldly once again, “Eat.”

He pulled up the list of possible colors, and I chose teal since silver was out-of-stock. Silver was my favorite color after all. And, no, it had nothing to do with the silver rings around my irises. Well, maybe it did. I was born with the silver rings. I never learned what caused it, but I figured I needed to embrace what made me different or shy away from it my entire life. It was Papa who encouraged that type of thinking. Therefore, I was a sucker for all things silver.

I couldn't hide my amazement. "Yeah, I know. I am a spoiled, rich princess. I didn't ask to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth." Dawn laughed. "My parents bought this for me, so I don't go live somewhere sketchy and get shot by a burglar or something." She paused and looked like she had just thought of something. "Well, not just for me. My brother too. I get to live in this huge house if only I tolerate my brother staying with me."

That was before my mother died, and my father treated me with neglect. “Wow, I didn't know that. I'm really surprised,” Finn commented, looking at me now with different eyes now. I really didn't want people to know that I was born and raised with a silver spoon and treat me differently because of that, especially because today I wasn't a rich person.

After all, some people were born into privilege, while others were born to toil—and that saying was no joke. People used to joke that the real dividing line in life was decided before birth, and that wasn’t wrong. The starting line of life was decided long before anyone had a choice. Otherwise, why would so many people complain about fate being unfair? There was another saying—born with a silver spoon in one’s mouth—and that wasn’t wrong either. Thinking of this, Edwin stepped outside and immediately called Yvonne. When Yvonne saw his name on her phone, her heart tightened. She did not understand why he was suddenly calling her.