Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

This wasn’t a building. It was a living organism. The lobby stretched before them like a canyon of white marble where light refracted through a suspended sculpture of ten thousand silver spoons—Drevane’s original symbol of "measured success." Staff moved like synchronized swimmers, heels clicking in unison. Cassian didn’t break stride as he murmured, "First rule. Never step on the spoon shadows. They mark power hierarchies."

Cecilia laughed as s he turned around, beckoning for us to follow her into the kitchen. And the smells that greeted me once we got there made my stomach growl out loud. It was a beautiful home-cooked meal, and the table was set with fine china and actual silverware. Not the plastic stuff we used, and not the fake silver stuff found in most stores. Genuine silver utensils. “Rae, what would you like to drink?” Cecilia’s voice pulled me from my trance. “Um, soda or something is fine.”

Grabbing as much food as we could, stuffing our faces as quickly as possible like this meal was only a picture in our mind. Everything in this room was so enchanting. Even the plates and silverware we used. There was a leaf like pattern etched into the end of the spoons and forks, while the plates had a viney leaf design that started from the inside going around in a spiral reaching out to the outer edge. The most captivating part was the leaves and vines seemed to be glowing with a soft white light everywhere the pattern was inlayed. The fire cracked and popped, making me jump slightly each time.

Regina ordered the waiter. All the cooks were astonished, but they obeyed her orders. After all, Regina was also their employer, so whatever she ordered, they all had to obey. Regina took the silver spoon she had prepared. The silver spoon could be used to detect food containing poison, the way to use it was to put the silver spoon into all food. If the spoon turned dark, the food was poisonous. "Em, everything is safe!" said Regina with a sigh of relief. Regina was thankful that the food she was served did not contain poison. Even though Cellin was here, she still felt she had to be vigilant. Either Cellin betrayed her, or it could be one of the waiters and cooks who took care of the food.

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.

That was the only order he gave me, and I picked the silver spoon before my senses could kick in. When eating with royalty or anyone higher than you, it was taboo to use the silver spoon. It meant you didn’t trust the person. Well, I didn’t trust Alpha Horres, but that was beside the point. I erred, and he may punish me for this. I tried to replace the silver spoon with a wooden one, but he just ordered coldly once again, “Eat.”

The authoritative look returned—the sturdy posture, as if the previous second had only been Madam Jenn's imagination. "That's what you expected, isn't it?" said John. Madam Jenn forced a smile. She had to swallow the bitter pill of being taken by surprise. "What do you mean, sir?" Madam Jenn tried to be evasive. John pinched a small spoon on a small plate. The side of the spoon struck the edge of the glass, making a melodic clinking sound. "All the glasses in this place are plated with poison-neutralizing gold," John said. Madam Jenn gritted her teeth. John's words struck at her pride. "Are you accusing me?" she asked emphatically.

I was so taken aback that my drink spilled over my clothes. “Coco!.” I followed her eyes to the spoon I had laid on the table. It had turned black. “Oh my God!!” Coco shrieked. “It was true.” What was true? “Is it fake? Why did it change color?” I didn’t even put it in liquid for long and it already turned black. I watched Coco's face transform from shock to horror to anger. “Rayna,” Coco started slowly. “Do you know, that in the past, in very ancient times, kings and members of the royal family always ate with a silver spoon?

The spoons and forks were all cast in gold. Carl was stunned at the sight of such luxury. He had never seen such a luxurious place before.

“Gabriel, I knew it.” “Are you crazy?” It was because of me. “I knew he was born with a silver spoon… but I never imagined it was a super-alloy platinum spoon.” “BK Group. This is insane…”