Pillow Talk Lyrics Sylvia Novels & Stories

“This Collins might just be your way out of boring hospital shifts and sad coffee breaks.” I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “Stop it. It’s not like that.” “Yet,” she teased mercilessly. Heat crept into my cheeks. I pulled my pillow onto my lap and buried my face in it. “Sylvia…” She laughed, soft and knowing. “Don’t ‘Sylvia’ me. I know that tone in your voice. You like him.” “I do not,” I said, but even to my own ears, it sounded weak.

She took a breath, swallowing down the hundred questions rising in her chest. And then she said, gently. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Sylvia stayed quiet. Aria sat back down beside her. “If it ever feels right to tell me… I’ll listen. But even if you never want to talk about it, I’ll still be here. Always.” Sylvia wiped her face with her palm, but it didn’t stop the tears. As she looked up into Aria’s eyes with trust in them, she mumbled, her voice breaking.

“Who told you?” Those words echoed across the garden as Sylvia’s face drained off all color. She glanced down at her trembling hands and her lips parted as she moved to speak, “I heard the rumor from a friend, who said she heard it from someone she trusted,” Sylvia finally spoke up, her voice cracking as she did, “The friend said she saw you herself, that she followed you one night as you walked towards the human quarters and watched you get into the arms of a human male.”

I tilted my head to the side, looking behind her, asking, “Where have you been?” She pushed her glasses back on her nose and smirked, “Hopefully, talking some sense into a pig-headed young wolf.” I giggle, “Tyler?” Sylvia cackles, “Yes, now go and see what he and his friend have to say.” I nod, turning away as she grabs my hand and whispers, “Just remember, sweetheart, it doesn't matter how much you love someone; no one has the right to tell you how to live your life.”

My innocent girl, dressing like she wanted to break me in half. My throat went dry. “You like it?” she whispered, biting her lip as she slowly turned to give me the back view, and God, the way that pink lace bared her ass should’ve been illegal. “I don’t like it,” I growled, voice thick, “I’m about to lose my fucking mind over it.” Sylvia walked up to me slowly, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes as she parted her lips. "What do you want right now?" Was she really asking me that?

I will erase anyone who tries to find the truth about it,’ She thought as she sipped her wine. * * Chilling on the couch after having dinner, Sylvia was contemplating on going to bed and watching a reality show when her cellphone started ringing. “Who might be calling me at this time?” She murmured as she picked her cellphone. Just a glance and her face beamed with happiness. It had been a long time before she had talked to her. “Hey, I was just thinking about you,” Sylvia said, her voice come out happily. “Really? You don't know how much I miss you. How have you been?” Jacky asked.

Patrick's P. O. V I stared at Sylvia as she continued crying. Shuddering, I began talking. " What are we going to do now?" I asked gently and Sylvia looked up at me, her eyes watering. " I don't know...." She forced out, her voice shaking. " I don't know anyone else. And even if I try to use an outside donor how am I so sure we'll find him on time? " She asked and broke down further, sobbing loudly.

Sylvia was once again stunned. Questions filled her mind. She pushed him and asked, “Tristan, put me down! Let’s talk!” Tristan giggled and put her down. Excitement lingered on his face as he stared at her. It made Sylvia lose the thought of rejecting him using the harshest words possible. Curious, she asked, “Tristan, I thought I made myself clear on the phone. Why are you here talking to me about all this?”

It showed a poor reflection of her eyes and, as she waved it around, caught her ear-splitting grin for a moment. She placed a hand on her mouth. Calming herself, Sylvia crouched beside him, listening in on his breathing. “Are you in pain?” she whispered, somehow cautious that someone would hear her. “Is it so painful that you’d rather die?” “Hey … tell me. Would you rather kill yourself than go through this pain?” Sylvia giggled. “Do you want me to end it for you?” She raised the knife high in the air. Knock! Knock! Knock!

The show was over. I tapped severally on my phone and dialed Sylvian's line. The hungry cock answered almost immediately. "Hey, prin..." "I need you on something, Sylvian. And it's urgent," I cut him off, not in for repartee. "O...kay. You sound like you want someone's dick cut off," he chuckled, but that didn't crack me the slightest. "Remember the lady that looks like me?" I coldly asked. "Yeah, sure."