Spoon-fed Book Novels & Stories

I felt like a kid, his love making me giddy, and love sick like a puppy as a plate was placed in front of me. "I can plate for myself husband," I said, blushing and avoiding everyone's eyes. "I read a book that said husbands should feed their wives, apparently it's romantic." He said, putting food in my plate. "Don't even dare," I stated, seeing his hand come to me with a spoon in hand. I watched him look at me, perplexed, lost only to bring that spoon down. "Throw away that book and burn it." I stated, not wanting to be fed by him especially in front of all these people.

She only pout, Iris didn't enjoy the fact that I can't be with her all the time, we've been inseparable since we were in the womb. "There you go, little girl good and big boy food," Zane says setting two trays in front of us, he got the little tray for Iris, it had food cut to smaller peices and decorated along with pink fork and spoon. Our food was just normal, with the regular kind of fork and spoons, just metal ones.

It was the kind of food that felt like safety, like something made by someone who didn’t expect anything in return. I picked up the spoon with hesitant fingers and took the first bite. The warmth hit immediately, spreading from my tongue to my chest, curling into the hollowness inside me. I hadn’t realized how empty I’d felt not just in my stomach, but everywhere. Luna didn’t speak. She simply sat nearby with her tea, watching me with gentle eyes, letting me finish at my own pace. The last spoonful of soup settled warmly in my stomach, grounding me in a way I didn’t expect. I hadn’t realized how empty I’d felt not just in my body, but everywhere. Luna didn’t speak. She simply watched with ge

What should I do? “Do you want me to feed you, my dear?” she offered when I didn't give a reply. Picking up the spoon, she scooped a generous bite and held it out to me. “Here. Just one bite, okay? You might regain your appetite once you taste how delicious it is.” The spoon hovered inches from my face, and suddenly, the memories came flooding in. “Sister, have this. Mommy said she made these cupcakes just for you.” “Really?”

Offering no resistance, I let him maneuver my frail body until I was seated in between his legs. “Open your mouth." I forced my eyes into slits and saw that he was holding a spoon up in front of me, waiting. I grimaced and opened my mouth. It felt parched and heavy. The spoon came close and warm custard flowed into my mouth. It was sweet and creamy. I let it spread around my mouth, dispelling the heaviness. The instant sweet and creamy taste seemed to sink into every fiber, waking my body up and reminding my stomach of its need for fuel. I quickly swallowed it and opened my mouth wider.

"Hungry Caterpillar. Wild Things. Good Night Moon. And... this one!" She held up the book James had given her—a first edition "Winnie the Pooh." "Good choices," I said. We read all four. Luna insisted on reading parts herself—which meant reciting from memory since she couldn't actually read yet. "The very hungry caterpillar ate one apple... but he still hungry!" "That's right, baby girl." After stories, tucking her in, kisses goodnight, we turned on her nightlight. "Mama stay?" she asked. "Mama is right next door. I'll check on you in a little bit."

Ferris smirked, watching from the rocking chair as Kael grabbed at his shirt. I picked Kael up to feed him. He fussed immediately. He started whimpering and swatting at the silver spoon. I tried to coax it to his lips, but the moment he grew irritated, the spoon’s stem turned molten and slumped in my hand. I dropped it with a yelp. “By the moon!” “That’s the fourth spoon he’s melted this week,” I said, eyes wide. “He needs his own kind of silver,” Ferris said, rising to his feet. “Or maybe… no silver at all.”

For some time, Leah wandered around the shelves, looking at the used book books full of multi-colored spines: some pretty shabby, with wrinkled or even torn corners, others practically new. And there were even ones that had never been opened, with a crunchy sound pleasant to the ear, as soon as she tried to leaf through one of these. “Your coffee,” Yuna announced in a playfully formal tone, lowering a tall glass goblet onto a special wooden stand. — I hope you like the latte?

—Aiden got all pinkish at the top of his cheekbones—“helped me come up with something you would like.” “Maybe I should go out with him.” “I would strenuously object.” She unwrapped the book and burst out laughing. It was a folio society edition of Rebecca. The restaurant turned out to be a wood cabin built on a traffic island near London Bridge. Inside, it was clean and unfussy, all grown-up shades of brown, and books everywhere—there was even one on their table, a copy of Eros the Bittersweet. And it turned out the whole deal was about telling stories through food. Which she… yeah. Cheesy or not, she loved it.

She got to the recipe for his spaghetti bolognese and as she stroked the page, she smiled as she remembered how she and Damian went to his house and he tried to teach them how to cook and make pie. She looked at the book and decide that she was going to try his spaghetti recipe. She was home alone; she might as well find something to keep her occupied. She checked the cupboard and everything that she needed was there. She set to work and followed the cookbook as meticulously as she could. Everything was going well and it actually felt like Antonio was there with her and was guiding her. For some reason, she felt his warm comforting presence. She was slow and careful to follow the book, timin