Novels by briellawrites🌸😘

Sylvia's POVA loud crash shattered the quiet night. The heavy polished oak doors of the Kensington estate flew wide open and slammed hard against the stone walls.I stood in the center of the grand foyer. My palm still throbbed with a hot ache from the magical blood oath. Julian stood right behind me. He was silent and massive. His large frame was hidden beneath a thick dark cloak.Cassian marched through the doorway. Four elite pack guards followed closely behind him. They tracked wet mud all over my clean marble floors. Clara peeked out from behind his broad shoulders. She looked nervously at the expensive crystal chandeliers and the velvet curtains."Your little temper tantrum is over, Sylvia," Cassian announced. An ugly arrogant smile stretched across his handsome face."Get out of my house," I said. My voice stayed flat and calm.Cassian chuckled. He stepped further into the room. He waved a crumpled piece of white paper in the air."This isn't your house anymore," he told me. "

Sylvia's POV"Give me one reason."The sharp point of his Lycan claw pressed directly into the beating pulse of my neck. I was pinned flat against the cold iron bars of the cage. Julian's broad chest heaved against mine. He radiated an intense, suffocating heat. His claws dug deeper into my skin. A single warm drop of my blood rolled down my neck.I forced my breathing to stay steady. Panic would get me killed right now."I know who you really are," I whispered. I stared directly into his wild golden eyes. "Julian Sinclair. The true Alpha."Shock flashed in his eyes for a split second. Then pure hatred swallowed it up. He bared his fangs again, pressing his heavy body closer to mine."Why is a rich Kensington brat down in the dirt with a stray?" he asked. His voice dripped with venom. "Your family helped steal my throne. Give me one good reason not to rip your head off right now.""I want Cassian destroyed just as much as you do," I spoke quickly. I ignored the stinging pain in my nec

Sylvia's POV"Kill him! Tear his throat out!" a man beside me screamed, spitting beer onto the dirty floor.The deafening roar of the bloodthirsty crowd shook the walls of the underground arena. A loud, sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed over the shouting. I stepped further inside the dark, suffocating room. The heavy smell of sweat, cheap alcohol, and copper hit my nose. I choked on the foul air, but I forced my feet to keep moving."Fifty bucks on the big guy!" someone yelled from the balcony."He won't last another minute!" another voice laughed. "Look at the stray bleed!"I pushed through the dense crowd of shouting rogues and gamblers. They shoved my shoulders, cursing at me, but I kept my eyes fixed forward. In the exact center of the room sat a massive iron cage. Inside it, two men fought to the death.I spotted him immediately.Julian Sinclair.He looked nothing like the polished true heir from the book's prologue. He wore dirty rags, and thick, angry scars covered his

Sylvia's POV"Let go of me." I yanked my arm out of his tight grip.The cold night wind hit my face, biting into my skin and cooling the anger in my chest. I stared at the hand he just grabbed. My skin turned red from his brutal strength."You are making a huge mistake, Sylvia," Cassian warned. He stepped off the wooden platform, trying to tower over me. "You don't just walk away from me.""I just did," I replied. I held my ground and stared right back at him. "And I expect my three million dollars in the Kensington bank account by sunrise. Don't make me send debt collectors to your front door.""You can't do this!" Clara shouted. She ran down the wooden steps and grabbed Cassian's arm. Her face was pale, and tears streamed down her cheeks. "Cassian, tell her she can't do this. The pack needs those funds for the winter! The pups will freeze!""Tell her yourself, Clara," I said. "Since you want to be the Luna so badly, you can figure out how to pay for the winter supplies. A Luna provi

Sylvia's POV"You are a disgrace to this pack, Sylvia!"The booming voice sent a sharp pain straight through my skull. I blinked, and the ringing in my ears faded into the murmur of a massive crowd. A thick smell of wet fur, damp earth, and cheap vanilla perfume assaulted my nose. I stood on a raised wooden platform. Hundreds of wolves stared up at me. Their eyes held nothing but disgust.I forced my vision to focus. A tall, handsome man glared down at me. His jaw clenched in anger. Beside him stood a trembling girl with wide, tearful eyes. She clung to his arm like a lifeline.Cassian. The Alpha of the Mercer pack.And the weeping girl was Clara.A sudden wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. The realization hit me like a physical blow. I knew exactly where I was. I knew who I was. I had transmigrated into the body of Sylvia Kensington. She was the pathetic, cannon fodder villainess of a trashy webnovel I read last week. And according to the plot, Sylvia would die a brutal