Goon With The Spoon Novels & Stories

he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. The sound of steel piercing flesh shattered the tension. A spear impaled the speaker, the force breaking bone as it tore through his spine and emerged from his torso. Blood spilled in a sickening rush, pooling beneath him as his wide, panicked eyes darted around the room. His hands instinctively pressed against the wound, slick with his own blood. “Thank you for your donation,” Hound said, bowing his head mockingly. “Binge was starting to get hungry. Take him downstairs.”

The next morning, Sean canceled all his meetings just to cheer me up. When we pulled up to the city’s most famous rooftop couples’ restaurant, I saw a heart-shaped display made entirely of fresh flowers. I’d tried to book this place so many times before, but Sean had always been too busy with work to come. This time, to win me over, he booked the entire place for us. However, it felt like biting into candy that had long since gone stale—sweet in theory, bitter in reality.

I growled at the goon. The goon froze and stood in front of me, with his palms high. “Please don’t shoot me!” He begged. The leader’s smug grin turned acidic. “You good-for-nothing, you let her take your gun? What the hell were you thinking?!” he yelled. “And as for you, what are you going to do with a gun bigger than you bitch? Are you going to shoot me? You are nothing but a cheap whore, I bet you can’t even handle a—”

Ada replied sarcastically and picked up the glass ball from the table. “Your aunt missed you very much, Why don’t you go meet her.” Agon smiled at her. “What a pity, I didn’t miss her at all…” Ada placed her arms on the table and looked directly into Agon’s eyes. “Uncle! YOu know what? I want you to stop beating around the bush and hand over my company back to me.” She blurred out.

Dell muttered surprising everyone, The whole place turned quiet as non one is saying anything anymore, everyone is lost deep in thought, just staring at each other and some even had a sad look on I decided to lighten the atmosphere “Guys! Guys the food is getting cold, let's take a picture with spoons in our hand at least we will have something to hold onto!” I said with a smile showing them my polaroid camera “Yesss” Everyone yelled happily and adjusted their position “Please pick your spoon and act like you're about to put a spoonful in your mouth!” “Isn't that childish?” Venom asked “No it's memorable” I smiled “One……two……three!” I counted and took the picture

He didn’t care that the food had gone cold and dug in, devouring it in large, eager bites. I plucked a single hair from my shoulder - one he'd just shed - and couldn't stop myself from saying, "It's gone cold. Don't eat it like that, you know your stomach can't handle it. At least heat it up first." But Noah had already eaten more than half the meal in a frenzy. “It’s fine. Even if the food you made had gone bad, I’d still eat every bite,” he said, without pause. I said nothing more. I turned and headed for the bedroom.

Fuck out I need to think" I groaned blocking him off. I stood up when my stomach made a rumbling sound, guess I've been too occupied with many thoughts to forget that I've not eaten. I stood up staring at myself as I started walking to my suite, "I can't wait for dinner, I need to have some junk," I muttered to myself. I stepped into my room and moved forward to the leftover bread and jam that I had. I spread the jam on the bread and started munching on it. I was still munching on my bread when a knock at the door stopped me, Xander entered and was panting "What happened?" I ask looking confused "Lady Maddison is here"

Su Yeon straightened up and offered her hand, “Ok then, from today onwards, I will be your friend! Let’s become friends, this ice-cream is our witness! Mr. Secretary…” “Gon… my name is Gon,” he said and accepted the handshake. When he saw Su Yeon thinking about something, he nodded, “That’s right, ‘Mr. G’ stands for ‘Gon’ not ‘Grim Reaper’,” and chuckled. Su Yeon shook her head, “No, I wasn’t thinking about it. I wonder, why don’t you use your name if you have one? Gon… it’s a very nice name! Who gave this?”

I hope his friend will be there; the dude gives a killer head. As I recall the incident, I stop and freeze. "Shit!" I hiss the curse and tap down my pockets. Great, I forgot my fucking spoon, and it's too late to turn around and get it. Fuck it; I'll steal one of theirs and pretend it was mine all along.

If Gomelo’s men pulled out a broken plastic spoon from their jumpsuit, it only meant one thing. I pressed my eyes on the spoon closely and saw its sharp edges, and I knew I was right. They had sharpened the spoon and kept it as protection for themselves against any bully. Instantly, I sank the spoon into my jumpsuit. If Gomelo’s men could do this, I would too—and I would protect myself henceforth.