Spoonful Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

Unable to think of a single response that wouldn’t make things worse, I lowered my head and busied myself with my dinner, pretending the rice had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the world. A full minute passed before Bryan’s amused voice broke the silence. “What’s that, dear?” I looked up. “What?” “The rice,” he replied, his eyes dancing with laughter. “You’ve been staring at the same spoonful for almost a minute.” I looked down and groaned under my breath. Sure enough, the spoon was still hovering halfway between my plate and my mouth. A helpless laugh escaped me as I finally took the bite. “I think my brain is still trying to recover.”

What is he talking about? ”You’re not a food, Stephen.” He looked me in the eye seriously. I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed the spoon that I was holding. He tastes it using that spoon. “I-That’s my spoon...” I murmured. “What?” “You have your own spoon.” and pointed it. “I prefer your spoon because it came out of your mouth.” I just kept my mouth shut because the conversation might go far.

“Do you realize you made me promise to return a spoon?” A spoon. I didn’t even want it. “It is not just a spoon Rayna. It is a silver spoon. I don’t know why I must give you so badly, but my intuition is never wrong. I want you to keep it and use it. When the time is right, I’ll take it back.” Her words were spoken very seriously—such an old-fashioned woman. I decided to agree with her, my food was getting cold.

no spoon. “Yo!” called out Phil. “You forgot—” A spoon came whizzing through the air. Phil caught it and slid it across the table to me. I grabbed it and dug in. Phil continued to flash the cards between his hands. “You’re pretty good,” I said between mouthfuls. The chunks were crusty bread, the green was some kind of vegetable, maybe. It tasted good, whatever it was.

“Rhio…” “I missed you so were going to exchange spoonful of this.” I stood up, “You’re so cheesy. Did you think you could convince me?” “Just sit down.” “If I spoon-feed you I might end up killing you by stuffing your mouth until you choke.” Still, we just shared a plate but with our own separate spoons. He was so sweet he might get diabetes.

I need to play along until I find a way to escape. Yes. I should do just that. I hesitantly pick up the spoon, then scoop a spoonful from the bowl. Hmmmm...... It tastes good. better than the bread and soup I normally have for dinner. Very delightful. An aftermath buzz lingering in my mouth. Absolutely delicious. I take more spoons until my stomach couldn't take no more. "Am full." I say, then push the plate away. I feel like I would burst open like a tomato if I eat another spoon.

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.