Spoon-fed Book Novels & Stories

Feeling ko nga'y mauubos ko ang lahat ng ito dahil sa gutom ko. I started browsing a book while taking a bite sa barbecue tsaka sa kanin. "In order to make a potion work, there should be a spevjsada.." Saad ko habang ngumunguya. I coughed a bit, "Spell." Tuloy ko sa sinasabi ko kanina sabay higop naman ng sabaw sa ramen. Inilabas ko naman sa bag ko 'yung libro na ibinigay ni Prof Gen. Tapos kumagat ulit sa barbecue. Nagpabalik-balik ang tingin ko sa mga libro. "May I sit here?"

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

She guessed his favorite books would be thriller, particularly in the crimes sub-genre. Mason was looking at her with such intensity that she had to tighten her hold on the ice-cream cup she was holding. He took the cup gently from her hands, took a spoonful and held it in front of her mouth. She just stared at him in confusion. He moved the spoon closer and she opened her mouth hypnotically, he always has that kind of effect on her. And just like that, he fed her three spoons. Then he removed the cup from her hand, gave her back the book and moved away, that was when she was able to breathe properly.

she whispered. Now the three of them were huddled in her oversized bed. They'd force fed her chicken soup and it wasn't homemade or even Progresso…but Campbell's with that one lone little square of chicken floating in salty broth and tons of soggy noodles; and she loved every spoonful! She'd had two bowls and had even begged for crackers but they wouldn't give her any.

Then he picked up his spoon and he spoon-fed me like a baby, forcing the food into my mouth the first few times when I refused to open up for him. I knew being stubborn would not help me in any way, so I just relaxed in his arms and let him have his way with me. I’m too drained to argue or fight with him over minor issues like this. I could feel his head on my neck as he fed me slowly. He waited patiently for me to finish eating before bringing another spoonful to my mouth. While he waited for me to chew slowly, I felt him sniffing my hair and leaning on my neck, taking in deep breaths, moaning softly as he did.

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.

" Just as Blake was about to pick up the spoon, he was immediately snatched by Avery. "Blake, let's eat together, shall we?" She spooned the porridge childishly and brought it to his lips. Blake smiled warmly as he shook his head helplessly, opening his mouth to eat the porridge she fed him. Avery smiled from the bottom of her heart, then used a spoon to scoop another bowl of porridge into her own mouth. Just like that, she used her spoon to feed Blake a mouthful of porridge and ate it herself until the bottom of the bowl was filled. Her recent appetite was not very good and had always been unable to eat too much. Today was the first time she drank so much porridge, so Blake was very happy.

Soon after, Queen Suna's personal maids came into her room, bathed her gently and respectfully dressed her up in her night rope. Making sure she was alone, Suna walked towards the bookshelf by the side of her room. With eyes glued on books neatly arranged, her eyes fell on a book with a brown leather cover. Carefully she held the spell book and her eyes glittered in satisfaction. She walked towards her mirror, looked at her reflection and back to the book. With long pointed and piercing nails, she flipped through the pages of the book and her eyes rested on a page filled with spell words.

It would result in him giving me another bath and I didn't want that, so I dropped my hands to my sides. He held a spoon in front of my mouth and I stared at him wide eyed. "My tongue will burn off." He shook his head and blew the spoonful of soup and then held it against my mouth. My cheeks burned as my lips closed over the spoon. The soup tasted so good to my mouth. I wondered who cooked the food here. He blew every spoonful of soup before feeding it to me and I managed to finish the whole bowl. After that, he handed me two pills that I quickly swallowed.

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.