Novels by Syre E.

Third Person POV‎She wondered how long she could carry on. "Yes, he's actually into a lot of them, but his favorites are dildos and vibrators." She responded, her eyes closed, wincing. ‎"Oohh, he sure is adventurous," one bridesmaid said. The group cheered and took more shots. She excused myself from the room; She needed some air. ‎Lila looked on, thinking, "Clara wasn't one to talk about her sexual experiences in public."‎ "I think she's hiding something, if she actually had sex with Elliot, she wouldn't have said anything." ‎"How would a man date Clara for so long without trying to make a move on her?" These thoughts flew through her mind. Something was wrong somewhere, and someone is lying; she has to talk to Victor.Lila's POV‎I rushed to my room. I turned on my computer. The light from the screen illuminating the whole room. My fingers flew through the keyboard as I typed Victor's name into the search bar. I was way sobered up by now. The search engine produced different re

Lila's POV‎"Victor. Victor Crane," he says while stretching his hand out for a handshake. I looked at the hand suspiciously before shaking it.‎ "May I?" He gestured to the chair, asking if he could sit with me. "You might as well," I shrugged.‎ "How do you know I'm Clara's sister?" I asked.‎ "Well, it wasn't that hard to find out," Victor continued. ‎"Wait, are you friends with Clara? If so, please don't tell her what you just saw, I beg of you," I pleaded. ‎"No, I'm not Clara's friend, better still, I don't really care for your sister. My main focus is on Elliot," he explains to me.‎ "Huh?" I asked, my face scrunching up in confusion.‎ "Well, here's something I think that you should know. Elliot, is gay," Victor reveals, leaning in. ‎I gasped, "That's not true, how dare you spread rumors about him." I scolded Victor.‎ "I know you wouldn't want to believe me, because of your huge crush on him, but it's true," Victor continues. ‎"That's a huge lie. Now, I don't know exactly

‎Elliot's POV‎Clara looked at me and sighed before heading towards the entrance of the other room. Lila slipped out, walking towards me and smiling. ‎"Where are you going, Lila?" Clara asked. ‎"You know, I thought how lonely Elliot would be here. I've decided to take him to the event decorator to keep him busy," Lila replied.‎ "What about your dress design? How are you going to choose that?" Clara asked.‎ "Oh Clara, that's why you're my big sister. I trust you and your judgment. Whatever you pick is fine by me as long as we wear the same color," Lila said, smiling. Clara looked on, confused. ‎Lila turned to our mother, "I just thought to help by accompanying Elliot to the event decorator. You know how men are about these things," Lila began. "A woman's touch or input would be needed, and since Clara is so busy with dresses and other things, I decided to lighten her load," Lila finished her explanation. ‎"That's so kind of you, honey," Clara's mother told Lila.‎"Come on, Elliot

Lila's POV‎"You'll never seem to get it. You're so blind, blind to it all," Lila said and left in a huff. ‎My face scrunched up in confusion, and I sighed and walked back into the dining room, slipping into my former seat. Clara held my arm and looked at me with a face of concern.‎ "Are you okay? You spent an awfully long time out there," Clara whispered. I nodded. ‎"Are you sure? I mean, we could leave if our parents are getting to you," she asked again.‎ "It's fine, the dinner won't last long anyway, and we don't want to draw attention to ourselves," I whispered and planted a kiss on her cheeks. ‎"Awww, look at them being so affectionate with each other," Clara's mother said with a smile on her lips. ‎"They really do make a great couple," my mother added. ‎"Not only a great couple but a great legacy," my father added, laughing.‎ The couple offered a tight smile as we squeezed each other's hands under the table. ‎Lila stood up abruptly, pushing her chair back loudly as she

‎Elaine's POV‎My heart skipped, my body tensing. "What's the next step?" Victor leaned in, his voice low, his eyes gleaming.‎ "Elliot’s having second thoughts. He’s been spending more time with Jonah... avoiding Clara... dodging wedding plans. He’s not committed to this... not even close.”‎My lips thinned, curving up in a sinister smile, my fingers tightening around my glass. "Do you have any evidence to prove that?"‎ Victor nodded, "I believe I should get some soon. Jason would deliver them to your house. This time it won't only be pictures but videos maybe even voice recordings." ‎My eyes narrowed, my jaw clenching. "And what do you get out of this?" "I mean, you seem to be so eager to see the downfall of the Sinclairs," I continued.‎ Victor’s smile was wicked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I want to see them destroyed. I want to see the Sinclairs lose everything... their power, their wealth, their reputation. I want them ruined." His fingers tightened, his knuckles turning

‎Elliot's POV‎I ignored him and walked into the living room, staring out the window. Jonah sighed and walked over to me, his footsteps soft. "Elliot," he said gently. I turned around, my expression unreadable.‎ "I… I'm sorry," Jonah began, his voice hesitant. "I didn't mean to… to make you angry."‎I remained silent, my gaze fixed on Jonah's face.‎ "I'm just… worried," Jonah continued. "About everything. About Clara, about Elaine, about… us." I sighed, my shoulders slumping.‎ "I know," I said softly. "I'm worried too."‎I walked over to the couch and sat down, gesturing for Jonah to join me.‎"I know you don't trust Clara," I said, my voice low. "And I understand why. But I honestly believe she's trying to help us."‎"Maybe," Jonah said. ‎"You just have to trust her," I told Jonah. Jonah looked into my eyes. ‎"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted that way." I leaned in, capturing Jonah's lips with mine. ‎The kiss was slow and passionate. Jonah kissed back, apologizing with h

Alex's POVI couldn't help but stare at her peaceful beautiful expression. She had her eyes closed as she leaned towards me. The moment felt so real, so calm and yet so beautiful.My fingers trailed her smooth skin as I got lost in the warmth of her body. For a moment, I forgot the weight that had rested on me a while ago. My duties and everything in between that had once bothered me, now felt light, like they all vanished. My face lingered inches away from hers, I could feel her breath against mine. The woods, the birds, the noise—everything around us seemed to still, like they no longer existed. My breath matched hers, heavy, like we both knew what was coming. But instead of closing the gap, I leaned to the side at the last second. “We’re still in the woods, you know,” I whispered mischievously into her ear.Eleanor pulled back almost too quickly, her eyes fluttered open instantly. Her cheeks burned read instantly. “Right,” she said, quickly pulling back and cleaning her hands on

Nick's POVI don't know how long I sat there, but I knew very well that I dreaded hearing that voice. Just when I asked for a little peace of mind. The universe can't just give me a break."Earth to Nick?" The voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was smooth and laced with amusement."Already drunk this early in the day?" She added.I froze. I knew that voice very well.It was familiar, too familiar. I searched my mind, running through my memory to try to place it. Then it came to me gently. It was a voice I hadn't heard in five years. The last time I heard from her, she left town, never to return but that was five years ago.Catherine.I turned to finally respond to her but she had already slotted into the space across from me in the booth. I stared at her as her legs crossed, her expression smug like she owned the room.I kept my gaze on her, my jaw tightening. "What are you doing here?"She smiled, not skipping a beat. "Wow, it’s been a while, Nick. I’m doing good, thanks for ask

Alex's POV Her voice lingered in my mind long after she said it. "Are you truly happy, Alex?"I blinked. My thoughts had trailed off. A simple answer couldn't be easily given as I fought with reality. Eleanor was still kneeling, her fingers stroked my hand calmly. The movement soothed me as her eyes locked on mine with more gentleness than I deserved."I never thought of it that way," I murmured, my voice lower than usual. "I never imagined how a simple question could make me challenge everything I’ve ever known."She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "It’s normal to forget yourself when you carry the kind of weight we carry.""Do you?" I asked, surprising myself with the bluntness of my question. "Do you forget yourself too?"Eleanor looked taken aback, her lips parted slightly. She took a moment, adjusted herself on her knees, and nodded. "Yes," she admitted. "I do. Most of the time, especially when growing up.""Your parents?""Nope," she swallowed. "My aunt... she had a way o

Alex's POV I felt the strong pull to reach over and run my hand through her hair, through her perfect skin. I fought the desire to know how it felt.By the time I had recovered myself, she had neatly tied her hair in a perfect bun, pulled up her sleeves cleanly and had gone down a few inches with her heels kept aside. She reached over and took the trap from my hands while I stood still. A little laugh escaped her lips before she proceeded to kneel gently on the warm grass. I didn't know when I got lost watching her perfectly composed demeanor. I had to speak to avoid making things awkward."Never knew you were the kind to hunt?"She chuckled. "I guess you aren't doing a good job at getting to know me." I couldn't laugh. She was right. I suck at the little things."For your information, Your Highness," she paused, giving me a funny look. I loved the way she called it tho. "I started hunting when I was young, my dad took my brothers and me out hunting and till today, we still go out

Nick's POV "Some people need to talk about it. I can be a great listener." Her words stung my ears. The last time I shared how I felt, I ended up in a mess, worse than how I was before sharing. I can't imagine doing that again.So I gave a small chuckle, trying to keep things casual. "Is that in the package too?""Depends on how generous you are."The side flirtish tone didn’t go unnoticed. Her hands moved slower, with intent, lingering too long at the base of my spine, then sliding slowly over my lower back.I felt her lean forward as she pressed her body over mine. She whispered into my ear. "You have a beautiful body."I didn't respond. I wasn’t in the mood for this, but I didn’t stop her either.She leaned in further. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back. Her breath brushed my ear as she spoke. "I could help you forget whatever’s bothering you."Then she flipped the towel slightly to reach my hip. I stiffened. I felt uncomfortable, far from pleasure.I sat up abrupt

Nick's POVThe screeching of the tires pulled me from my annoyance. The car rolled over the marbled courtyard of my father's mansion. The bright sunlight bounced off the polished hood of my sleek black Jaguar. The world outside looked buzzy. The neighborhood still maintained its clean calm essence, just the way he liked it. Just the way he believed everything should be. But inside me, it was anything but perfect. My jaw clenched as I turned out of the block and onto the sleek road.I hated everything here.I hated the expectations, the scripts that were written for us long before we could even form sentences. Why do our fathers think they had the right to dictate our lives? Why does his father keep shoving royalty and legacy down Alex's throat like it was the only reason he had him? Why does mine keep trying to mold me into a man I can barely recognize? The perfect son. The future president.They didn't know us.At least, mine never really did. I exhaled, shaking my head. There was