Born With A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

A ghost of a man who could conquer everything but connection. And if I’m not careful—I’ll become the same. Maybe I already have. I was born into power. Before I even took my first breath, my future was already written in blood and gold. Carter, my last name, opened doors before I learned to walk. I had a silver spoon shoved so far down my throat I choked on it. People think privilege makes life easy. What they don’t understand is that when you’re born into a dynasty, you don’t belong to yourself.

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.

Why everyone had to complicate everything was beyond me. Silver spoon. Anger burned through me, causing my skin to heat and a slight sheen of sweat to collect at my brow and above my lip. My parents hadn't been around enough for us to have spoons. It was a miracle that Liam and I not only made it out of our childhood alive, but that we made something of ourselves. We were nothing but tools to two money-hungry people with the hope of grandeur and more greed than anyone should have to bear. "You okay? You're sweating." Frank pressed his shoulder to mine and watched me with concern.

“I brought cookies.” Silver's gaze shifted to the cheap-looking paper bag in her hand, and a slight frown settled on her brows. No one ever gave Silver things that didn’t scream luxury. Gold foil boxes, imported ribbons, embossed seals with intimidating names like La Maison de Sucre. And when they did, especially those desperate socialites who’d do anything for a chance to stand next to Detroit West, let alone mother his child, their voices always came coated in syrupy sweetness and toxic desperation.

He stopped laughing and looked at me with a deadly look. " A boy who born with silver spoon in his mouth. Who doesn't even want to work hard for his future or anything. You got everything from your dad like name , fame , money , family...... But there are certain lives who wants to live a life like yours. Who don't have any sugar daddies to support them . People who wants to enjoy all luxuaries and drool over on many things when you show off infront of others. " Rudra stood right infront of me and said staring at my face.

It was admirable to see the first few things, but after that it was just unfair to everyone else who had to slave their entire lives and rejoice when their stats were ten percent of Mane’s! “Well Hildegarde, there is this thing called being born with a silver spoon in your mouth. To mortals this refers to a wealth of treasures and gold coins that assure them of a certain future. For wielders this is power. As someone born with superior talent and a bloodline that cannot be ranked even by Spirit Scan, it is my birthright to possess so much power.”

First, she took my rightful place on the throne even though she was second-born. Then she followed love as if it were a cure for everything and decided they would rule us all together. As if we were ever equal to those animals. As if it could last. And then she carried his child. A future heir, they had called it. An abomination. That was what it was. Once, the thought had stirred anger. A memory flashed. Celebration. Wine as a gift. My perfect little sister smiling at me with the wolf king beside her. Then waiting—it had been the worst part.

I pleaded, needing to understand. She buried her face in her gloved hands and sobbed. “I’m sorry.” I grabbed her hands and brought them down. She opened her eyes and looked at me sadly. “There is something else you need to know about me.” She sighed. “Truth is, ever since I was born I was raised to embrace my immunity to silver, to use it to my advantage in any way I can.”

Yuvonne: “Yayyy!!” Silver cheered as she held the wine glass up before taking a sip from it. I did the same, whereas Kaylee held a glass of fresh juice. No more wine for her. We even teased her that even with good news like this, she had to celebrate with a glass of orange juice, which was done in good spirit. Of course, she was the happiest getting pregnant. "Finally," Silver stated as she gulped down the entire glass of wine.