Spoonful Quotes Novels & Stories

Dell muttered surprising everyone, The whole place turned quiet as non one is saying anything anymore, everyone is lost deep in thought, just staring at each other and some even had a sad look on I decided to lighten the atmosphere “Guys! Guys the food is getting cold, let's take a picture with spoons in our hand at least we will have something to hold onto!” I said with a smile showing them my polaroid camera “Yesss” Everyone yelled happily and adjusted their position “Please pick your spoon and act like you're about to put a spoonful in your mouth!” “Isn't that childish?” Venom asked “No it's memorable” I smiled “One……two……three!” I counted and took the picture

“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.

“One spoonful.” Poppy narrowed her eyes. God. That expression. The tiny line of her brows, her lips pushed out a little, her chin lifted as if she had just taken a judge’s seat. Sebastian’s face, my green eyes, and every irritating trait I had somehow still raised with love. “One small spoonful,” she said. “Not a mafia spoon.” “Is there a mafia spoon size?” “The big one that doesn’t ask for consent.” Sebastian went still for a moment, and then he smiled.

She says opening the tub and stretching the spoon towards me. I look from the tub to the spoon and then to her. “No.” “Go ahead, I know you don’t like sweet things but try it, Ice cream makes people feel better.” “It doesn’t, how would it help solve a problem?” I ask but she doesn’t say anything as she still stretches the spoon, I grumble under my breath, taking the spoon from her “Go on.” She urges me to put a spoon in my mouth. I stare down at the tub before taking a small spoon and putting a load of sugar into my mouth.

She turned her back on him and sat again on the sofa, far from his bed. He took the spoon and stared at it. "Don't look at that; it won't automatically scoop up food and put that spoon in your mouth. And don't even plan to change it just because I used it if you don't want me to move your foot, and if you also think that there is probably saliva from my mouth, yes, there is, so don't be picky. I'm human; I'm not a zombie who will infect you if you use that spoon," she elaborated.

he admits, poking at the bowl with his spoon like it personally offended him. “Strawberries and cream?” the suggestion comes out after a second. A slow smile spreads across his face. “That sounds great.” The spell is invoked again. Felix lifts his spoon carefully, almost like he expects something to explode. “Here goes nothing.” He scoops up a mouthful and pauses for a moment. His eyes close before the spoon even reaches his mouth. Then he takes the bite. His eyes snap open right away. One hand lifts and points toward his mouth while he chews, his expression shifting into pure surprise.

“You don’t have to do that. Just come back after you finish lunch.” “What’s wrong?” “You don’t have to date Lance. There are plenty of fishes in the sea.” Some “fishes” were not suitable for us. After I went home, I ate some chicken noodle soup that Mrs. Anderson had made. I ate two full bowls. Sophie came back just as I was about to finish. She sat down at the dining table. “Mrs. Anderson, can I have a bowl of chicken noodle soup too?” “Alright.” She took my fork and stole some of my food. “What did you mean by ‘there are plenty of fishes in the sea?’”

Without hesitation, before he could scoop another spoonful, I swiftly snatched the spoon from him. I saw the shock on his face, but I didn't care anymore. "Damn it! I'm really hungry," I muttered, acknowledging my aversion to deprivation. I started eating the soup myself, taking the bowl away from him and spooning the warm broth into my mouth. "Sh*t! This is so good! Jeez!" I reluctantly admitted that Xylon was indeed a great cook.

I watched as Sophia lifted a spoon to her lips with an impassive look on her face, then scrunched up her nose in disgust; "This taste horrible! It's bitter." "What? No way! After all the delicacies we had her try, she found my cooking to be the best. She almost emptied the whole pot." Mr. Shenko defended his dish in amusement causing Sophia as well to jolt into simultaneous laughter. Their voices echoed throughout the mansion, "I'm about to open a world's first class noodle soup only restaurant you know!" "Oh really now? So try it then, Mr. World chef." Sophia mocked back at him, "What?"

"I knew it was too many for my class." A father near us looks at Chase twice, then at me, before frowning at his phone. He’s obviously trying to place where he recognizes us from. I’m not about to help him out with that. The teacher crouches down to say hello, and Lily informs her, unprompted, that she has a spoon. "That's wonderful," the teacher says, like it’s the most normal thing she’s ever heard. “You never know when you may need a spoon.” Lily beams at her before looking at me like she just proved something.