Only A Spoonful Novels & Stories

The only pieces of furniture was a worn out, dirty looking settee with lots of holes in its foam and a small round table with two chairs few feet away from it. The kitchenette was at one side of the room. The only equipments were a stove, toaster and a coffee maker. She didn't hesitate to look towards the cutlery area. Spoons! There were only spoons, no forks, no knives. "Now I wouldn't want you playing around with dangerous objects would I?" Marcus said with a wicked smile as though reading her thoughts. He stepped close to her. "Now why don't you go over there and make us a nice sandwich, mm? I sure have missed your cooking," he whispered close to her ear and played with the ends of her ma

“Mmmmm, Harry, I told you that you are a chicken… are we dead now?” Third spoon. “This is how you miss out in the goodness of life” Fourth spoon. “Stop, please…” I beg him as if I am begging a suicide bomber to stop and abort his mission By the fifth spoon, I feel it. First, it's just a tickle in our throat. Then our tongue starts to feel thick and heavy- and when he decides to stick it out, it is green. My wolf is stubborn, he takes another bite as if to confirm that it is the peanut working against him

"I know that you are not home, that is why I'm standing in front of your apartment." Brantley's voice pulled her out of her rush. She halted her movements. "What?" She asked in disbelief. There was a loud triple knock on her door. "Fuck!" She cursed out loud. "Just open the door and I'll make your wish come true." Brant teased. He spoke over the phone, while simultaneously knocking on the door. ******* "Eating with a long spoon:" means being skeptical about something or someone. "Eating with a short spoon:" implies, letting your guard down.

I remind him . " Ohh . Sometimes I pretend we're just a story because our real life is waaay too depressing " Michael rolls his eyes . I laugh . He's literally like a child sometimes . I use my spoon to grab some of the whipping cream on top of the stack of pancakes and I lick it clean . Michael and Alec are busy inhaling their food . I feel like I'm being stared . I look to the side at Jace gulping as he looks at the spoon in my hand .

“I’ve basically mastered the spoon-feeding," Enzo announced Tuesday morning. He slid into his seat with the kind of confidence that only comes from practicing a line in the mirror for twenty minutes. "Watch. Perfect technique." He did not, in fact, have perfect technique. The first spoonful of food landed somewhere near Luna’s ear. The second actually made it into her mouth, but she promptly spat it back out with the kind of enthusiasm that suggested she had very strong opinions about pureed peas.

he smiled I collected the food and water and started to eat, while I was eating, ng I just felt the urge to try lifting the spoon again and behold,ld it worked this time around, and the spoon began to float on air as I was about to call Ethan's attention to it the spoon fell back. "Fucking spoon" I muttered "Did you say something?" Ethan asked "Never mind" I replied "Okay keep eating, when you are done you rest small we can continue tomorrow," he said

“One spoonful.” Poppy narrowed her eyes. God. That expression. The tiny line of her brows, her lips pushed out a little, her chin lifted as if she had just taken a judge’s seat. Sebastian’s face, my green eyes, and every irritating trait I had somehow still raised with love. “One small spoonful,” she said. “Not a mafia spoon.” “Is there a mafia spoon size?” “The big one that doesn’t ask for consent.” Sebastian went still for a moment, and then he smiled.

I ached my brow at the woman, "okay I hope you are not planning on poisoning me with whatever you just ordered..." She placed her hand on her heart, "ouch and I thought we were getting along just fine..." I laughed lifting both my hands up.in surrender, "okay okay.. we good, we getting along..." The waiter arrived with our drinks and she looked at me, I smiled, "two spoons.." "Did you just say two spoons.. like one, two? Not four or six?" I gasped, "that's too much sugar Katherine.. don't drink that much of sugar.. it's not good for your health.."

“Trust me. Ice cream and a friend, you cannot beat it.” I take the spoon, hesitating for only a second before digging in. The cold sweetness spreads over my tongue, and for a moment, the ache in my chest dulls. Maren eats her spoonful dramatically, like she is trying to prove a point, and I canno help but smile again.

I stirred the ingredients and chanted a spell strong enough to work. In plena luna ex virtute et robore agitur mihi potio hoc praedicate, ut rid de anguis. (With the power of the full moon, and the strength of the stake, I proclaim with this potion, to be rid of the snake.) The potion released a small explosion and the smoke in front of me, let me know the spell was completed. Eliphas was also done with his, pouring them in the jars before leaving them on the table.