Goon With The Spoon Novels & Stories

“And besides, I heard Mandy has backing from West Group. We can’t afford to mess with that.” West Group? Since when had the company gotten involved in influencer media? Hearing the young cleaner say that, my heart sank. “That’s not true. Please, believe me–” Before I could finish, a man kicked me hard in the stomach. I doubled over in pain, clutching my abdomen. “That’s too much talking,” Mandy snapped, shooting me an annoyed look.

Our son's laughter rang out from the yard as he played with the dog. The kitten napped peacefully close by, and Xavier's calm, low voice carried faintly from a remote meeting in the study. I took a slow sip, letting the rich aroma fill my senses. Pure bliss filled me. A gilded path of wealth lay ahead, while the jagged trail I had overcome stretched far behind. I rested my glass, closed my eyes, and let the sun's warmth wash over me.

My fangs throbbed to be sunk into his flesh. In a flash, Lord Bronwyn was out of his seat and sinking his fangs into the man's neck draining him of everything he got. We watched on in silence, while the human representative watched with pure shock on his face as Lord Bronwyn slurped and gurgled everything from the human as the human on his own part scrunched up his face, wheezed and cried in agony. Sucking the last bit of blood from him as the man let out his last breath, Lord Bronwyn broke his neck and discarded off the body to the side.

Being six years old and watching her mother walk into that building with a tray of cookies. ​She reached into her pocket. Her fingers touched something hard. She pulled it out. It was a small, wooden spoon. It was old and burnt. On the handle, there was a name carved in child-like writing. ​It was not June's name. It was not her mother's name. ​"Property of G. Miller." ​June looked at Dante. "Gabe... his last name was Miller?" ​Dante stared at the spoon, then at the giant building. "June, if Gabe is a Miller... and your mother was a Miller... then who was the man in the suit?"

I shake my head. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in here,” Callan says. “Spoons are entirely optional.” With a smile, he drops his spoon and picks up his bowl, lifting it to his mouth to slurp from the edge. That’s what I did with Mama on the occasion we ate from bowls. I’m instantly relieved that they know the logical way to eat, and I’m so hungry I don’t want to pick up one tiny bite at a time with the spoon instrument. I pick up my bowl and let the food pour into my mouth. I chew, slurp and devour the meat and bones and broth.

We went down the stairs after that. Uno was ready to eat for the first time. Jonas was the one who prepared it. But before that, we soaked that feeding bowl and silicone spoon on a hot water. "It looks like a smoothie," I remarked as Jonas was mixing the infant cereal. I put the baby bib around Uno's neck. Jonas chose it. It was a blue elephant with a statement below it saying, "Mommy's best boy." "Yes, love," he agreed.

“Yup. If you become my Luna, that won’t be hard.” Ting! The thin sound of the fallen spoon echoed inside the kitchen. Regis and I looked at Hogan, who dropped his spoon.

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.

'𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. "Clean this up." Boss ordered. The goons quickly did as they were bid to.

I smiled; I stood up, carried the two cups of drinks, and took them to the kitchen. “Out,” I ordered the kitchen staff; without any complaints, they bowed their heads and left the kitchen. I dropped the two cups on the kitchen table, brought out two silver spoons from the rack, and placed them into the two cups. I waited for some time before I brought the spoons out; just like I suspected, one of the spoons turned black while the other remained sliver. “That woman tried to poison the Lycan,” Both spoons fell from my hand when I heard Travis’s voice behind me.