Spoon-fed Book Novels & Stories

“I’m serious. I don’t know how to hold a spoon or a pot—only swords.” “Perfect. You can slice vegetables with excellent precision.” “This is absurd.” “So is threatening women’s lives for failing to produce heirs.” His mouth snaps shut. “Go to your pack’s library,” I continue calmly. “Find a recipe book. Something simple. Soup, perhaps.” He just stares at me. “You have thirty minutes,” I add. “If I am not fed by then, I will have your head for dinner instead.” The color drains from his face. “You’re joking. Thirty—?”

Each box contained a variety of food. "You didn't eat much earlier." He commented, opening the covers and handing her the spoon. Vivianne stretched her hand out, taking the spoon from him. Then she shook her head, handing it back to him. "I can't lift the spoon." She whispered. "It's fine, I'll feed you." Russell offered immediately, taking the spoon from her hand. She instructed what she wanted while he served her what she wanted, scooping spoon after spoon into her mouth. "I'm full," Vivianne announced, patting her stomach.

She should ask a nurse to feed her. “Can you call a nurse?” She asked him shyly and at the same time she was feeling dizzy “Why?” “I am hungry” “I have ordered your food. It’s here” Sebastian took the carrier and opened the food spreading the aroma of porridge. Susan licked her lips in anticipation. She held the bowl and raised the spoon to her mouth but the needle stung her again Spoon fell into the bowl and she cried out as blood oozed out from her hand because of the pressure.

I guess now I’ll be able to say I went without food for 3 days as well. I pulled one of the books off the shelf, rolling my eyes at the title, “Cooking for the beginner.” I chuckled, “unless you have water dishes in you, you’ll be of no use to me.” I flipped to the first page and began reading. The book was about different herbs and spices that could be used to create soups. Bringing the book over to the desk, I opened the cabinet and began sniffing the contents to identify each one. I wrote them all down on a piece of paper numbered the way I placed them back into the cabinet. I bit of pride bloomed in my chest and Scarlett chuckled, “that was all me, don’t be so proud of yourself.”

“One more spoon. This is the last one. I promise,” Ariella said to her mother while feeding her that healthy mixed vegetables soup which she had prepared for her. Her mother sighed and then drank the soup from the spoon which she had been extending towards her mouth and it made Shyla clap slowly in happiness.

(Theo POV) The spoon clicked against the edge of the empty pan as Pete set it down on the cold iron of the stove. He didn't turn around to face the table, but his shoulders rose and fell with a long, slow breath that he let out through his nose. Jake slid his book further down his thighs, his fingers digging into the corners of the cover until the cardboard backing groaned under the pressure.

The smell of leather and aged paper filled the air, and the golden light of chandeliers created a comforting ambiance. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, each one holding stories of the pack's history, traditions, and beliefs. My gaze eventually settled on a worn leather-bound book titled "The Chronicles of Luna." Curiosity overcame me, and I pulled it off the shelf. The book's pages were yellowed with time, and the intricate calligraphy captivated me. Lost in the world of ancient legends, I was startled when Rico's voice broke through my reverie. "It's time for dinner, Royal."

It was so obvious. She turned the book, slow and careful. Stared at the nameless spine. But I figured it out. Thick. Pale. It took me forever. Polished smooth. I was such an idiot. Its gleam muted and discreet. The edges heavy folds stitched with thread. Then it hit me. She gulped, the sour burn of this afternoon’s pesto panini and venti double shot rolling in her gut. The book was bound— Bound. In flesh. Her stomach lurched, her lunch scrambling toward her tongue. Hand to her mouth, she pivoted, scrambling toward the waste basket. Caught her breath. A moment later, the threat swallowed, she cleared her throat.

He took a spoon and scooped some soup into it, then he started blowing at it to cool it off. Isabel spoke up again, "I want you to feed me." He raised the spoon and carefully delivered its contents into her mouth. She slowly sipped from the spoon. The two repeated this action again and again. Isabel was like a child who demanded extra attention after having been wronged. She drank gleefully without making any fuss.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.