Spoon-fed Book Novels & Stories

He fed me slowly, patient as if the world had narrowed down to this simple act of giving and receiving. Each spoon he fed me with was filling, and between bites, his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, wiping a stray drop. The gesture felt so intimate that my heart fluttered.

“Did you just threaten me with a spoon? As in an utensil? As in the thing you use to eat soup and any liquid food? That spoon?” “First of all, do I look stupid to you?” I groan and roll my eyes. “I know what a bloody spoon is, you don’t have to ask me a million questions just to ensure we’re talking about the same darn thing. And yes, I just threatened you with a spoon. One, spoons are like my favorite thing ever, after my family of course. Two, how the fuck do you think I killed that little demon friend of yours? With a spoon, duh. I’ve had some practice with them before, I know my way around bodies.” I explain and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

Fair. Apparently being a baby wasn't a valid excuse. Reasonable honestly. Several minutes later she disappeared. God. Then returned carrying an alphabet book. Fair. A very large alphabet book. Reasonable. The kind usually intended for children who could sit upright. God. Not babies who occasionally sneezed at random. Fair. Then Lily sat directly in front of Peanut. Reasonable. Opened the book. God. And school began. Fair. "A." Reasonable. Peanut stared. God.

"Veronica Leech once came to my office with a very old book that had several torn pages. While she discussed with me about the contract, I noticed the book and asked her about it because it looked very old and ratty. She simply shrugged me off and said it was a family cooking recipe book that her grandmother had passed on to her. You see, I wasn't convinced but I let it slide anyway" Liam said, running his fingers through his hair. "What was the name of the book?" I asked. "The twin moons" ********

“now you must eat something.” “Yes,” He gently spoke as he opened his mouth slightly. She scooped small amounts onto the spoon before feeding him. She took it slow allowing him to breath a bit between each bite. She would change the cloth on his head every time the sparrows would bring it till it got to late. Soon the raccoons had brought over the pot full of water to which she would dip a cloth before changing it.

Nyx's Pov I continued feeding Alden, alternating between stuffing food into his mouth and taking bites from the same spoon. Yvonne’s stare burned into the side of my head, but I ignored her. Alden, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself. His cheeks were stuffed like a chipmunk’s, his lips barely able to close around the excessive amount of food I was shoving into his mouth. Every time I scooped up another spoonful, he just opened his mouth expectantly, like some overgrown baby bird.

I said. "Since before breakfast," she said. "Luna," I said. "I needed to read everything," she said. "Not just what Serin summarized. The actual materials. You cannot understand the full shape of what something has been doing by reading someone else's summary of it. You have to read the thing itself." "And what have you found," I said. She reached into the stack and she pulled out the small book that had been at the center of the table. It was slim. Illustrated. The kind of book made for very young children, for the earliest years of school.

She won't know how much they influence me. "Austin, I will bring that book you just mark important lines that's it" she went to study and bought that book. She took the dining plate in her hands and said "Now, open your mouth" "No" "God, Austin why you are so shy? If it was Bacon he would love to, you know how many times he begged me to feed him? You are seriously refusing me" she rolled her eyes. So she never fed to Bacon, in that case, "Okay"

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

She said I didn’t have much time, I wonder what she meant by that, no pressure, but she’s putting me under a lot of pressure. Luckily it just happened to have a lot of pictures and not much texts, I frowned as I studied the texts, thus isn’t just a book you read and finish, its one that you use and practice till maybe you got it all in your head or something. It was like a witch cook book,… ‘spelllbook, Mela chimed in, “nobody asked you” I shot back and did my best to block her out so I could focus on my reading. I came across a subtitle ‘THE ART OF RUNES’ and so I began first to read, then I grabbed the book and brought it along with me to my room after a few hours, stifling a yawn.