Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

She was testing the limits of their control, seeing how far she could push them before their perfect world finally shattered in front of their and sister wife. Then, with a casual, almost clumsy flick of her wrist, Vespera intentionally dropped her spoon. The silver utensil clattered loudly against the marble floor, rolling under the heavy large table. A heavy, sudden silence fell over the room. All eyes, including Sophie's, turned to the fallen spoon.

A decanter set that costs more than most people’s houses. We are not men who suffer in poverty. We are men who learned to survive by owning the tools our enemies used against us. Elowen crosses to the bar without looking back. He pours two fingers of something amber into a glass and pushes it toward me, then pours his own. His hands are steady. His face is calm. His eyes are not. I take the glass and don’t drink. I set it down too hard on the desk. The sound cracks through the room like a gunshot.

Forks, knives, spoons, even the damn measuring cups, all polished and unmistakenly silver. I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got a lot of silverware.” Becca poured herself a glass of water and glanced over her shoulder with a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, well, silver is good for more than just fancy dinners. Keeps nasty things at bay.” I snorted, but the unease in my chest didn’t go away. “Yeah? Nasty things like what? You planning to stab your omelet next time it shifts?”

A shimmer of moonlight on steel. Elira’s dagger was in her hand instantly. “We’re not alone.” Figures emerged from the shadows—tall, cloaked, their eyes glinting like stars. Their movements were silent, precise, deadly. Elves. One stepped forward, lowering his hood. His hair was gold as wheat, his features sharp and cold. His gaze swept over Kaelen before settling on Elira. “Liraethiel,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “You’ve broken exile.”

The plates and cups look to be made ot pure fine china, the spoons look to be made of actual gold, as the napkin on my thigh was folded by Levi himself, after he pulled my seat for me. The hallway is quiet, eerie, and unfeeling, and I do not hear even a beat, not until the featherlight footsteps of Martha, accompanied by a few other women, carrying the food in immaculate gold trays. The neatness of it all throws me off, not like I expect it to be messy or dirty, but this looks off. The plates are placed gently in front of us, still, not a sound of the plates hitting the table is made.

Whatever wood was used, had to be expensive as heck. "Nice..." I murmured to myself, pulling open one of the drawers and smiling at the golden utensils in there. Of course, I couldn't expect less from a family of billionaires. Between Paul and Jason, I wasn't sure who was responsible for utensils as clean as these but I loved them. Next was the plate. Ahh... My phone rang, interrupting my exploration. I took my eyes away from what was in front of me, to look at the phone and almost choked on my own spit when I saw who was calling.

He even said that Sir Fergerson would be at peace now! Penny's ceramic spoon fell from her hand onto the floor, breaking in two.

"Not only can silver cutlery express my tastefulness, but they can also detect poison. I'd immediately know if something was wrong with the food." Sean lightly waved his fork and knife. His cutlery exuded a soft glow under the illumination of the light, showing Larissa that the food was not poisoned. Larissa chuckled. "You're so funny, Mr. Sullivan. I heard that you're a member of the Great Apothecary Guild. How can the food at your home possibly be poisoned?" The two made eye contact, then smiled. Vincent and Birdie were starving. They feasted on the food. Soon, they finished everything that was served.

Braelyn frowned angrily, understanding that he was about to cause trouble again. "What?" She scoffed at him. "Bring that spoon here," Cedric ordered strictly, and that made her displeased. "Why?" Cedric took a glance at the spoon that was neatly placed next to his meal before his eyes returned to the spoon in Braelyn's hand. "Those spoons might have been poisoned." He blurted which made her eyes widen in anger. "You bastard. I swear I regret coming here." Braelyn yelled angrily and placed the spoon on the dining table with a bang. "Here's it, Your Highness, have a poison-free meal." She scoffed at him angrily.

Made from pure gold, just like the plates, bowls, cups, and cutlery. Every meal was served with perfection, every detail catered to excess. Two maids stood by my side as I sat down. One of them immediately lifted the cover from my plate, revealing the meal beneath. “Today, we prepared pepper soup with agidi, roasted chicken, and a fruit salad,” she informed me. I simply nodded, picking up my spoon. I was about to take my first bite when my phone rang. I frowned. Who the hell was calling me during my mealtime?