Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

I protested, "You're just skeptical of everything. You don't believe in romance, true love, horoscopes, personality tests, and all that because you refuse to believe in the good things in life." "Because there are none. At least, not permanent." "There's nothing permanent." I smacked his head playfully and continued, "Not everyone or everything will stay but isn't the memory of them that stayed back then is what's important?" Damon was dumbfounded for a while then he cleared his throat, changing the topic as he noticed the spoon I used, he asked, "What's with that spoon? Is it that special?" "Yeah, of course, I took it from Dylan's apartment. It's my beloved treasure." I boasted as I wiped t

But facing it… I couldn't. Not now. Not when it was still so damn fresh. "Alright, let's move on to the silverware." Zayed held up three forks, all different shades of gold. "Which one? Plated, carat, or brushed?" "What…is the difference…" He gave me an exasperated look. "Pick. One." Gesturing vaguely with my hand, I pointed. "Left." "...Plated? Really?" "Oh for fuck's sake, Zayed." I lifted myself up from my chair.

I sniff. “Hmm,” I sigh. My focus returns to my phone which is stationed right in front of me. Aaron and his brothers are all kneeling on the floor, making some kind of incantation with the blood in their midst. They encircle it, holding hands with each other, then there are golden cups, four of them in their midst. A sudden question arises in my mind. “Why aren't they using the common silver one?” This is the model most elites use, hold seems quite royal and kind of a ceremonial item.

HAILEY STEWARTS The dinner table was beautifully decorated, covered in a red table clothes, the silverware of different sizes of spoons,forks and knives placed on both sides in between a silver plate turned upside down, by the side a glass cup turned the same way underneath a red napkin, the same arrangements for the other side but what draws my attention the most is the wall behind made of red reflective translucent glass the room was beautifully light up and though there weren’t any windows the room has a cool temperature.

A sharp, violent sting hit the back of my sinuses. My wolf senses flared instantly. Hot steam curled off the spoon, carrying the savory scent of roasted chicken, thyme, and garlic. But underneath the herbs, something completely unnatural lurked. It smelled bitter. Acrid. A highly concentrated, chemical burn reminiscent of old batteries and pure, raw ozone. Silver. "Drop it!" Reacting before my brain even processed the word, my hand shot forward. I slapped the spoon directly out of her fingers. The silver utensil launched across the bedroom. It slammed into the dry wall, sending a spray of hot broth across the expensive wallpaper. The spoon clattered loudly to the hardwood floor.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Hopefully, her condition will improve and she will never get sick again. I slowly lowered the plates to the dishes. It’s hard to miss because they seem so expensive. If I could get at least one spoon and smuggle it into the modern world, for sure I could sell it to collectors of antiques. I also earn a lot by chance. Also, it is obviously made of gold. "Kharim Celia…" A familiar voice prevailed inside the kitchen.

he said, offering the pouch to Reina. “Nope. Absolutely not.” My heartbeat sped up, drowning out every rational thought. I took a step forward and slapped it out of his hand. The pouch hit the pavement, rolling until the contents spilled out. It was a tiny silver spoon with a crystal on the handle. I blinked in confusion. “That’s it. A spoon?” “Lyra!” Reina’s mouth dropped open. “What the hell was that?!” “I—” My heart pounded in my ears. “You shouldn’t take gifts from drifters. It’s not safe.”