Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

Now, it became the perfect scoop with the headline, "Groom Vanishes on Wedding Day." And where was the missing groom? He was standing quietly before my gravestone, holding a bouquet of my favorite white roses. His phone vibrated nonstop with calls from Penelope and Sammy. Annoyed, Peter simply hurled his phone into the shallow creek nearby. I winced watching his expensive phone sink to the bottom. After Penelope broke my phone, I couldn't bring myself to buy a new one. But Peter had just tossed away a thousand-dollar phone like a banana peel.

I wasn’t going to wait for him to come back and touch me. I moved. I ignored the bed. Ignored the fruit on the table. I searched the room. I opened drawers. I looked under cloths. I hoped for something sharp. A knife. Scissors. Anything. There was nothing. Then I saw the table. A plate of meat sat there. Beside it was a heavy silver spoon. It wasn’t a knife. But it was metal. I knelt by the fireplace and pressed the spoon against the rough stone. I rubbed it hard. The sound scraped through the quiet room. I worked until my fingers hurt. Until my hands shook. The silver wore away, showing hard metal beneath.

Then the sugar bowl floated over to Raven, and her spoon poised itself in midair, waiting. “One, please.” Raven smiled, shaking her head. “No matter how many times I’ve seen this, I still enjoy it just as much as the first.” The spoon dipped one spoonful of sugar into the cup and stirred. Then it lay on the cloth napkin beside her cup. Raven lifted her cup and sipped, but I stared at mine for a bit, wondering if it was going to pop up and start doing a jig. “Don’t worry.” She laughed. “It’s just a regular tea set. It’s the spell that makes it come to life.” She motioned toward my cup. “Go ahead. Have a drink.”

“My brother collects old bullets from the American Revolution, Civil War period, various types. A collector. Anyway, he was saying how he had about every size,shape, and kind of bullet known to man except for one.” “Silver bullets.” “Yes, sir. He’s turning twenty-five and I wanted to give him a real keepsake. Will these be enough silver spoons for the job?” The smithy wiped his sweaty hands on his apron and considered the silverware. Looking back up at her with eyes as black as the coal in his fire, he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Come back in three hours. I have several other jobs before yours, miss.”

It's not like they are an antichrist where I have to scare him with a necklace. “1! 2! 3! 4! 5!” When Cole began counting, I knew I'll have no chance to go into my room to get the necklace, even if I wanted to. He'll get to me before then, and when he does, I'll be dead meat! “6, 7, 8, 9!” “Damn it!” I screamed out loud and immediately, my eyes fell on my cooking spoon. It was a silver spoon. Every silver would work, right? I mean, it has to.

“Do you have a silver spoon or something?” “Are you crazy?” She opened the top cupboard and eyed me suspiciously before handing it to me. “I can hold silver. I did it before.” My heart pumped so hard as I fought the urge to grab it or not. I was also scared to disappoint myself, but I had to see if silver could hurt me again. It was now or never. I gripped the silver spoon, and my stomach just did a nosedive. It did not burn me or anything. Blowing my breath, I sat down on her stool and offered the spoon back to her. “I thought so.”

she pondered but could not come up with a solution. After taking a seat, she gestured for the Don to come forward. She took up the spoon, dipped it in the food, and removed it. She looked intently at the golden spoon, wanting to make certain that nothing would happen to the gold. "It tastes good. You can see it for yourself.” With a laugh, Eowyn wished she could put it in her mouth. Lena put the spoon onto the plate after observing it until its golden hue started to fade. "Why not give it a taste first? The etiquette is for the chef to sample the food first."

“Lucky you.” “I guess I'm not so lucky.”I said,showing her the rusty spoon. “Look at this mess,how am I supposed to host a nice gala with spoons that look like this?” “ isn't it reserved for her alone?”Noelle asked dreamily as she stared at the painting on the ceiling. “Did you get access to it?” “Ask and it shall be given.I simply asked and she let me use it.” Noelle chuckled. “So the only thing wrong with your little paradise is a rusty spoon?”

Passing by another one, a woman was half undressed and pressed between two men who were both fucking her. Shiloh opened a door, and they walked out onto a rooftop patio. They approached the bar, and the bartender placed a glass of white wine in front of her. Pagan ordered a beer before looking at the crystal and silver glass. The silver stem looked like arm bones and a skeletal hand extended up to hold a silver spider web with a crystal flute inside. The bowl that the pretzels were in was shaped like a human skull. Pagan accepted the beer and asked how much he owed. The bartender smirked and walked away.