Born With A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

For months—years—his dreams had been haunted by visions of a silver-haired woman calling his name. Elira tilted her head, watching him as if reading the thought before he finished it. “Our meeting was never meant to be chance, Kaelen Thorne. Your life is not your own—it never has been.” He swallowed hard. “What does that mean?” “It means,” she said, her voice low and steady, “that your blood is older than this village, older than the walls of kings. You are the last of the Thorne line—the bloodline sworn to bind three worlds in balance. And if the wolves found you tonight, then the balance is already unraveling.”

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

It was one of the biggest estates in the city, owned by one of the wealthiest men in the country: my dad, Arnold Harper. To the outside world, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Sure, I was adopted, but my earliest memories were all from this house. People always looked at me with envy, assuming I had the perfect childhood, but I couldn’t help but laugh. My childhood was anything but perfect. Even though I wasn’t born into this family, I always felt the love of a child who was chosen.

Silver’s stepdaughter and I didn’t have to worry about anything. “It was just supposed to be a night of relieving tension and getting laid, but your mum fell pregnant from it,” he grumbled. “You could have used a damn protection!” I said as though I was scolding a child. If they had done that, none of this would have happened. I certainly wouldn’t have been born to neither of them because thinking about it now, I would have preferred it if I was born to someone else. Like Mr. Silver and his wife...

I was so stoic and refused to talk to her not knowing that she was my next door neighbor who just moved on. “Life was actually a bed of roses for me, being born with a silver spoon I lacked nothing, I have everything I've always wanted in life and cannot relate when people talk about hardships and hard days, I'm a daughter of two wealthy millionaires and life has been good to me so far, to be able to get everything I wanted without having to work for it is sure a grace because is not everybody that has the opportunity to be born into that kind of lifestyle, my life has always been good and perfect not until the day I was walking on the road and a group of help

It feels really enviable Judi waved her hand and said, "I don't think others need to envy her happiness too much. After all, like her, she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, loved by her parents at home, lost by them, and spoiled by her brothers. Now, our sister-in-law has turned her into a little princess.

I don't know how to live my life as my own. "I," I hesitantly stated. "I can't," I murmured to myself and look away as I felt ashamed of the life I have. "I envy you. I envy you, to be honest." Samson retorted. I stared at him and saw how lonely and painful his eye wanted to say. "You are born with silver, no, a golden spoon. You can easily get what you want and buy what you desire. You already have everything, the money, the fame, the foods that you take, and the finery clothing you wear once and then you disregard afterward." He added.

Finally, the moment had come. "Yes," I responded quickly and walked over to the closet and found it tucked inside the underwear drawer for safe hiding. I took it out and cracked open the package. I brushed my fingertips over the carved lettering as the silver glistened. "The World's Best Dad." It would imply that the child will physically be born with a silver spoon in his or her mouth. I was hoping he would enjoy the little pun.

Not long after that, a second and a third younger brother joined my family. With each new son, my parents' smiles grew wider. At the same time, their dislike of me grew deeper. "What use is a daughter to us? We might as well sell her off." I heard those words while hiding under the study desk. It was also under that very desk that I saw a document—a liver donation form. Worst of all, my name was written at the top. The heir of the Sullivan Group had fallen gravely ill. He needed a healthy, matching liver.

So. “Yeah, well… I didn’t really have a choice,” I muttered as we made our way deeper inside. The lights grew dim, the music throbbing in the background, smooth jazz. This wasn’t my first time at Julian’s house, but I was still surprised every damn time. Julian was born with what they called a golden spoon. His parents worked for the government, and hence were filthy rich, but it also meant they were always out, giving him the opportunity to throw as many parties as he liked, bring as many ladies as he wanred and paracticall everything else I couldn't do.