Pure Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

I asked him, lowering down my voice so no one would hear our conversation. “It’s stainless steel. You can tell from the weight and the texture,” Tobias concluded as I grabbed the knife and fork inside my purse that fortunately looked identical to the ones they had here. “You’re going to switch them right away?” “This is the perfect chance we have. I don’t know what else.” Shaking my head, I removed the stainless steel utensils from Giofré’s plate and switched them with the silver ones. “See? They almost looked identical if you don’t look closely.”

he said and placed the bottle in the bucket and left them. There was enough silverware on the table to fill a kitchen drawer. They didn’t need silverware for the bruschetta, so he didn’t worry about it at first. Alec took a stab at grabbing the small spoon that was above his place setting. He was about to dip it in the caviar when Margo stopped him. “Oh no, honey,” she whispered. “Using a metal spoon will sour your batch. Use the white thing on your tray. It’s called mother of pearl.”

"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.

LUTHER Solid Sterling Silver, and porcelain plates, are what Marlon has used to serve me dinner. My mother would absolutely lose her mind. She is a sucker for expensive cutlery and plates, but she never was able to afford them, and we have never been settled enough to acquire any. I feel like stealing a teaspoon and putting it in my pocket, to take back home to her, but if Marlon finds out, he might never invite me for anything ever again. “Is your car giving your any problems?” He asks, chewing lightly.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

And then, the shadowy figure would appear at the edge of my vision, always just out of reach, her formless presence radiating a chilling sense of ancient power. The market incident, I now realized with growing unease, wasn’t the first time the spoons had affected me. I remembered a few weeks prior, during a formal palace dinner. A dropped silver spoon had clattered loudly, and a sharp, almost painful ping had echoed in my head, a fleeting wave of dizziness washing over me. I had dismissed it then as a sudden headache. And just last week, while helping the gardeners, the sight of their iron tools leaning against the stone wall had triggered a similar, though milder, internal tremor. I had bru

Why's your spoon so heavy? She lift the gold spoon like a body builder. "I think I'll grow some muscles just by using this spoon." She flex her arms and show her non existent muscles. I stop myself from smirking. I push all the food in her direction. She looks directly to my eyes and ask quietly "Are you sure?" He baby blues are full of hope and innocence. Must protect at all cost. The fuck? Where did that come from? I nodded at her. Sunshine shyly smile and thank me. I was surprise when she brings down her spoon and hold my hands to say grace.

The tinkle of glassware beckoned attention, crystal-clear stemware standing ready for wines and spirits to flow. Beneath the top tray, a wooden shelf held an array of culinary creations. Covered dishes showcased the chef's expertise, with delicate aromas teasing the senses. The clink of porcelain against porcelain signaled the presence of fine bone china, where plates and bowls nestled like pieces of a culinary puzzle. A pristine array of gleaming silver cutlery awaited, their elegant forms promising a seamless gastronomic experience.

"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.

“The mistress will inspect you after.” Another man carried a pot, spooning little dollops of oats into the plates. When he came near me, he smelt clean in this house full of filth. I stared at his fingernails, noticing how sparkling they were. He dropped a spoon in mine then paused and added another one. “Hey,” the girl I used her soap pointed at my bowl. “He gave her two spoons,” she whined.