When You Are Not Fed Love On A Silver Spoon Novels & Stories

I turn to my side. My mother. It’s my mother who’s at stake once again, like always. “Yes . . .” I mutter and forced a smile on my face, turning back to him. “Why don’t we have breakfast first, father? You look tired taking care of those so early in the morning.” I swallow the bile rising in my throat as he plastered a smug look on his face with the realization of how tight the chokehold he has on me right now. When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.

I had no family, no mother figure to turn to when the world crashed down around my ears. I had always been the billionaire, the man who had to be strong, ruthless, and untouchable. But hearing these simple, protective words from Mrs. Higgins broke something deep inside me. A single, silent tear escaped my tightly shut eyes, trailing down my cheek. I opened my eyes, reaching out to take the silver spoon from her hand. With trembling fingers, I brought another spoonful of soup to my mouth and swallowed it down. I ate the rest of the bowl in silence as she watched, the warmth of the broth finally seeping into my frozen chest.

Rosa POV. We arrive at our destination. We all look up at the building in front of us and hear the laughter of the children and pups inside. “This is what I wanted you to see. You both have been born with silver spoons and have never had to do anything for all you have. You two are going to learn what it is like to have nothing, no family, no material things. Then maybe, just maybe, you will appreciate what and who you have around you.” I say and they both look at me in shock and sadness.

Why everyone had to complicate everything was beyond me. Silver spoon. Anger burned through me, causing my skin to heat and a slight sheen of sweat to collect at my brow and above my lip. My parents hadn't been around enough for us to have spoons. It was a miracle that Liam and I not only made it out of our childhood alive, but that we made something of ourselves. We were nothing but tools to two money-hungry people with the hope of grandeur and more greed than anyone should have to bear. "You okay? You're sweating." Frank pressed his shoulder to mine and watched me with concern.

He sighed. "People say that I am born with a silver spoon and I am the luckiest kid but little did they know that I was the unluckiest one. Despite being the only child of my parents I never got the love I deserved, and I think most lucky kids are the one who gets loved by their parents but they don't respect their love" He took a sharp breath.

“This tastes so good, babe.” “So I assume that you learned how to cook when you were in the foster home?” Adam couldn’t help but ask. As far as he remembered from their teenage days, Katherine’s mother barely allowed her children to help in the kitchen since they had someone who took care of the food. Kara slowly nodded as she chewed the food in her mouth. “I learned a few things there but figured out how to do the most on my own. Having no one else to fall back on made me grow up.”

she said "I guess you grew up with loving parents who never made you feel worthless" he said "Yeah, they're great but I could still decide to be bad even with the kind of parents I have, I've seen kids whose parents gave them everything they want but they still end up being bad. And yet I've seen others too, some didn't grow up with a mom and dad, many of them weren't born with a silver spoon, but they didn't choose to be bad. They went against all odds and didn't become a victim of their circumstances" she said and he sighed

I thought to myself. I hope this isn’t a dream, because if it is, then I don’t ever want to wake up from it. I’m not the type of woman that runs in circles like he grew up. I was never raised with a silver spoon. I grew up in an average home with an average family. All I can give to him that he didn’t have before, is my love, and time. But baby now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Before Cillian could even lift his own spoon, Gill was being offered hers. It was an instinctive, anticipatory rhythm that no one could deny. Cillian realized, with a shock, that he was watching the happiest memory he’d made all week. Either Noah was a genius nanny or she had been a mother before. But he kept that crazy thought to himself and swallowed the first spoon. Kent and Syl, oblivious to Cillian's silent observation, were fully immersed in their banter, occasionally dipping their bread into the delicious broth. “I’m telling you, Syl,” Kent argued, shaking his head. “The only people who can fix the hunger problem are the people benefitting from it most. You think egg is sold for six d

Those born with silver spoons in their mouths would never understand how the lower class truly lived. They couldn’t put themselves in others’ shoes. Empathy was a luxury most of them didn’t possess. There was an old saying: If you haven’t suffered someone else’s pain, don’t preach about kindness. It fit Yvonne perfectly. She had never endured real hardship. She only knew the comfort of her own life. Born into privilege and connected to people like Lucas and Edwin, she had no concept of struggle. With Edwin’s quiet support and her ties to Lucas, her career had been nothing short of effortless.