Silverspoon Thai Novels & Stories

Early the next morning, Jo looked around Silver’s house, astonished at how warm and welcoming it was. Then again, if the man that she’d met in Nebraska and the man from the hotel the night before was the real Silver, then actually, she shouldn’t be even slightly surprised. Silver’s rental house, Zoe and Keira’s former home, was on a quiet side-street. It had a sprawling backyard, a raised little back porch, two good-sized bedrooms and a lovely open-plan living space and kitchen. The bathroom was airy and bright, the closets were spacious, the furniture was comfy and inviting. Jo loved the way that Silver had used color – sunny yellow, bright aqua, some splashes of cream and mocha – to create

They could feel it too—the deep, invisible presence awakening underfoot. “Hold,” Evie commanded, her voice steady though her heart thundered. She anchored herself, refusing to let fear bleed into her words. Anya, standing close, squeezed her eyes shut and mirrored Evie’s gesture, lowering her palms to the earth. A faint shimmer of silver danced at her wrists, catching the uncertain light. It flickered like the memory of moonlight on water—fragile, but growing.

The wood was familiar, like a continuation of their shared story, and when he opened the box it gleamed—silver and delicate. Trixie’s breath caught. Inside lay a ring: a slender band of rose gold, engraved inside with the words “Luna, forever”. Centered in a pale moonstone that shifted colors in the light, it glowed like hope. He knelt. The wood of the floor was cool under his knees, rough grain pressing through his jeans. He lifted the ring gently and looked at her softer than she’d ever seen him, rawer and more certain.

But in the narrow washroom stall, those faint vibrations were inexplicably amplified. "Who's in there?" My heart skipped. I didn't dare move. The women outside didn't give me a chance to hide. Penelope began kicking the door to my stall while shouting at the top of her lungs, "Who said you could hide in there and eavesdrop on our conversation? Get out! I'm the heiress of the Sullivan Group! Get on my wrong side, and I'll make you wish you were dead. Come out now!" I pressed my hands against the rattling lock with all my strength. However, the relentless and forceful pounding ultimately caused the lock to give way, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“This is the agreement you need to sign before becoming the Luna. Sign it. Hurry up! We can arrange the marking ceremony later. Lilith is still waiting for me.” Alexander tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden table. Even at a monumental moment like this, his mind was entirely occupied by Lilith, who was currently suffering through her full moon heat. Only the herbal broth brewed by his own hands could soothe her agonizing pain. I stared down at the ancient, weathered parchment, a sudden chill seeping through my fingertips.

Cooper will have time for us. "We'll visit their son and stay for a while longer, then you can treat me to a splendid meal." Bennett glanced at Morgan. She grinned cheekily. He had to stifle his anger since he did this to himself. He asked Morgan to come with him and they ended up being late. Now, he had to be punished with his pent-up frustrations. "And which restaurant would that be?" Bennett asked. "The new seafood buffet restaurant on Willow Lane. It's affordable. It's 699 dollars per person."

she replies. “Thank you.” Everyone has their hair and make up done at this point. We are all digging in to dinner before we all put on our dresses. Carrie finishes eating first and starts getting the dresses out of their bags. I am stunned to see my dress as she pulls it out of the bag. The main color is silver and is layered with black tulle. From about the waist up is covered in a design of black roses and various leaf designs all connected together. Same with the sleeve design. The roses have silver glitter on them.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

she says blushing. We all laughed and ate our breakfast. When we were done the entire hall went outside to start with sparring. The team is up randomly so we don’t get used to the same partners, it helps so we don’t get comfortable and slack. This helps you prepare for a fight since you don’t know your opponent’s when it’s an actual fight. I am paired with a girl with black hair and blue ocean eyes. We start by circling each other to assess our opponents and then she lunges I move to defense and dodge her lunges since she is way taller than me, I grab her ankle and twist around making her fall face first. She kicks me in the face, and I fall back, I quickly recover jump up, and move to offen

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.