Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

"as your pleasure is our motivation." Somewhere from the stairs, a woman came forward with a silver tray. She placed it on the raised platform in front of us. Took off the small red cloth covering what was beneath. A dagger, still in its sheat, with beautiful red gems in the hilt. Red candles and a lighter beside them. From the bar came another woman, ice bucket in hand. Also made of purest silver.

"Huh, what was that?" "Oh you didn't hear me? I said your friend lives nice, I didn't think she'd be living this way". "Yeah Lauren, she has no money problems luckily. She's just fine on the monetary aspect"..."Damn stupid spoon" she cursed as the spoon she tried putting in Alex's bowl, fell. "What's wrong with the spoon?" "Oh, it's nothing Alex," she said coming with the filled bowls. "Here's yours, and this is mine". "Mmm… it looks delicious, how do I do this?"

That pained her heart. Kane helped her clear the table the second time and she was supposed to bring the mousse out. They were in beautiful glass bowls that Simone never used and the spoons on top of them were new stainless steel ones that she got, simply because the ones they had were old and bendy. But as she was putting them on a tray to take them to the table, she had a better idea. In her father's office, there was a case with silver cutlery and they had never used them before. She didn't know why. So she went there and grabbed the case which was on the first shelf along with other things. She popped the case open and marveled at the beauty. There was nothing quite like silver. Yes, thi

I understood what he meant. Two women are still standing before me waiting for my reply. "Please bring my lunch to my room", I said to the black woman. "What can I get for you?" she asked. "Any decent meal is fine", I said not bothering to know what's available. "Shall I leave Ms...", Sophie didn't know my name. "Eva Silver", I said my name. "Shall I leave Ms. Silver?" she asked again. "Yeah, sure. Thank you for the juice", I said. Both women left leaving me alone.

Seasoning them and straightening them out. He grabbed a spoon from the drawer and moved to stir the butter. “No!” I cried out. Making him pause long enough I could run around the high counter and snatch the silver spoon from his hand, while he stared at me astounded. “You can’t use that!” “Why?” He gave me a startled look. Inspecting it. “It’s perfectly fine.” “Not in a non-stick pan!” “Jesus.” He muttered. Staring down at me. “You’d have thought I just nearly stabbed a puppy.”

She pushed it towards Sam. "Open it?" She said to her. Sam quickly drew the parcel to herself and opened it. The first thing she brought out was a spoon. It was so beautiful. It looked like glass but seeing it dazzling, I know it's not glass but diamond. "Mom, you've given us enough gifts. This must be very expensive" Sam said. Looking at her face, I know she was so moved by the gift. She brought out beautiful cutleries and two cups from the parcel.

The clinking of silverware was the loudest sound at breakfast. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, glinting off porcelain teacups and polished spoons. Sierra sat rigid, her fingers curled around her napkin until it was wrinkled. The food before her sliced melon, warm croissants, and berries glowing like jewels was untouched.

“Silver apparently doesn’t microwave.” “Of course it doesn’t microwave,” she said disapprovingly as she opened the pantry door and stepped inside, returning with a paper plate. “Let me do it,” she said, pushing me out of the way. Her voice was filled with exasperation. “Mrs. Luciano, I’m not sure who taught you to cook, but in this house, we don’t put sterling silver in the microwave.” “Didn’t you get the message from Mr. Luciano that he was delayed?” Armando asked.

I couldn't finish my words when he interrupted me. "I don't want to hear anything from you. Anyway, I did my research on the crumbs left and found residue of silver sprinkles. The medical team could not detect it because they're too white to be discovered. That's why sometimes, they are called ghost sprinkles," he explained, then checked his journal to read the rest of his research.

My stomach growled before I could even finish complaining. Fuck, I was hungry. The food was too far to reach and as if mocking me, she’d even left a spoon because that’s gonna help, right? Did she think I was supposed to use some spiritual, invisible hands? ’Cause the real ones? Yeah, they’re tied behind me, thanks to her. Then something hit me. Wait why didn’t I think of this earlier? The spoon…It was metal. I shifted my body toward it, dragging myself inch by inch.