Silverspoon Thai Novels & Stories

He didn’t need to. Finn called Theo thirty minutes ago. I was the one keeping Lila upright. She was slung over me like an affectionate scarf, nails digging into my arm for balance. “I am fiiiiine,” she informed the table we nearly wiped out. The Silver Stag breathed magic—hospitality wards humming overhead, spelled vines listening from the walls, moonlily lanterns pulsing with the music. The scent was roasted venison, hops, clove smoke, and spells older than half the families drinking beneath them.

Crisis averted. "Be right back, Holly." Whitney shimmied out of bed, kissing Hollis' slight breasts and midsection as she did so. Her preoccupied lover wasn't paying attention as she attempted to get a local Thai kitchen on the phone to place their order. Something about coconut flavored broth sounded good to her tonight, so she was going with Tom Kha Gai. They carried Whitney's sought after stuffed peppers, so Hollis didn't bother looking up anyone else. The girls would share some variation of spring rolls to boot and they'd be all set.

She sighed as she came to an end, "Our blood is special Hannah but one thing that Jaxon seemed to have misunderstood was that it can't be transferred to another person, you can't make silver bloods." "You can't make silver bloods in the lab, they are born, he is only hurting himself and in time it would show." She placed her head back on the bed and sighed, breathing in softly. I knew she had exhausted her energy and it was time for me to let her rest. I got up from the bed and placed the trays of food beside her closely. "Please, eat more than three bites," I begged as she only gazed at me and laughed before nodding her head, "I'll try."

Darling? I gulped hard. “I am almost done making some for him.” I told her. She ignored me and took a spoon from the drawer. She drew a scoop from the soup and blew it cold. “Is it spicy?” “No, Korn–” “Mr. Thanakorn. He prefers to be called that.” she interrupted with a cold tone. “Yes, ma'am.” I said with a slight nod and continued, “Mr. Thanakorn does not eat spicy foods.” “Says who?”

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.

Two elegant place settings sat opposite each other, each arranged with polished utensils and two elegant white wine glasses. In the center of the table were several eye catching Thai homemade delicacies, Thai green curry with chicken, Pad Thai Goong, Jasmine rice, carefully molded into two small domes, A light Thai cucumber salad, Mango sticky rice for dessert. Their colors and presentation making the meal look almost too beautiful to disturb. Finally the candlelight. Yut adjusted almost everything on the table Looked at it again. Yut is nervous and wants tonight to go well. Only when everything looked exactly the way he wanted did he finally seem satisfied.

I left the mirror, going into the shower. Silver woke up before me and he had already taken his bath because he wanted to wake Archie and Dean up by himself and also dress them up. This time around, I hope they won’t mess up the bathroom. I took my bath and after bathing I threw on comfy clothes. Well, I just want to stay at home today and have fun with the boys. I left my room and headed to the pup’s room, but they were not there. I went to the living room, but they were in the kitchen. I got to the kitchen, and I was left surprised as I watched the three of them. Silver was mixing something that looks like a waffles batter because of the smell and he was wearing, just a pair of joggers wit

~ Elvira ~ If you ever want to know what a hurricane feels like before it hits, you should visit the Silverblade kitchen on the morning of a Selection. By five in the morning, the air was already thick with the smell of roasting boar, rosemary, and honey-glazed hams. My feet were throbbing before the sun even cleared the trees. Every surface was covered in silver and golden plates, glasses, and enough baked bread to feed a city. "Move it, Elvira! Those spiced apples won't garnish themselves!" Silas barked, looking just as exhausted as I was, his apron was covered in flour, and he was juggling three different timers at once.

He waited for me to fill him in. “His name is Cedar.” I looked at him. He looked so scared. “I can’t leave him.” I said. I wouldn’t leave him so scared. Miles nodded his head. He didn't fight with me about it. We made it back to the living room. He motioned for me to sit down. I took a seat on the plush couch and hoisted Cedar to sit beside me. “Master Cadogen says you will be staying with us until the annual Silver Gala. I need to know a few things about you to help the night go easier. First thing, do you have any formal education?” I swallowed hard.

Every door they passed was closed. Elara’s footsteps were the only sound, and she made sure they were quiet. The maid stopped at a heavy wooden door and opened it. “This is your room.” The chamber was spacious but bare. A large bed with dark bedding, a wardrobe, and a vanity. One narrow window with thick curtains drawn tightly shut. Elara stepped inside. “Dinner is served at sundown. You do not speak unless addressed. You do not eat until the men have finished. You will take your food with the other women in the south wing. You will wait until summoned.”