Novel & Cerita Silvia Likens

Chiara's POV While I hesitated to apologize, Silvia curled herself tighter against Luciano’s chest and whimpered. “I don’t understand why she hates me so much,” she said softly. “Is it because I’m your ex–fated mate, Luciano? Doesn’t she realize I’m just a pitiful, lonely woman after my divorce…?” Luciano rubbed his hand slowly up and down Silvia’s back in a soothing motion, though his icy gaze remained locked on me.

“The way you’ve been looking at me all flight…” Silvia stepped even closer until their bodies were almost touching. “We have to be very quiet. If anyone hears… or if one of my colleagues comes looking for me…” Her hazel eyes darkened with desire and the thrill of the risk. “But I’ve been imagining this since I first saw you.” Mila’s breath caught. “Then stop imagining.”

Silvia scrutinized her without any restraint. “You’re not very tall. Not very beautiful either. But… there’s something.” She moved closer. Too close. “It’s your silence, perhaps. He likes it, doesn’t he? He likes docile things. Things that don’t talk too much.” Lena felt her heart clench, but she didn’t flinch. Silvia chuckled softly.

Kayla said politely. “You can call me Hyacinth,” the woman introduced herself, causing Kayla to raise a brow. “Hyacinth, like the book?” she asked her. “Exactly like the book,” the woman answered. “Is that why you like it so much?” Kayla asked in astonishment. “Yes, and no. I like it because I wrote it,” Hyacinth said and Kayla paused and looked at the little woman, before turning over the page and looking between the picture of the author and the woman before her. She saw the resemblance quickly.

Vuko POV I see the change in Silvia's eyes first, then her whole body seems to unwind from a tight coil. She sees me again! She knows me! In that moment I remember when we used to sneak out on the sweltering summer nights to swim in the lake, how the fresh, cold water would shock us into silence, then send us shivering to each other for warmth. Silvia in my arms looking at me exactly as she looks at me now. Or when she had been fighting with her teachers and you could practically see the sparks rising flying from her feet as she stormed off. I would find her and I would coax the fight out of her. I could make her laugh. I would listen. I'm the same and not the same. She's the same too, and n

Sierra protested. Her linebacker-looking friend stepped in, squaring her shoulders. "Dude, seriously, that is so creepy. Walk away." "She's mine." I glared at the friend, who widened her eyes at my soldiers surrounding us. I turned to Sierra. "Isn't that right?" Sierra eyed me. "Like cattle? No thank you." "Come on," I drew her further away from her protective friend. "I can get you to VIP and we can have more privacy-" "Stop it!" She wrestled her arm free. "I don't think you understand that I don't want to talk to you right now."

Silvia moved over to have a seat and didn't flinch when I took a step back, which is good because it indicates I didn't break her confidence, or at least I hope so, because when I reacted to trauma, I was quiet and didn't react physically. When she sat down, I sat in front of her, and she added with confidence, "My mother was a Luna as well, but she was really evil, and I ran away to avoid her, and I'm just uncomfortable talking about it with my brother." I nodded, understanding what she meant in a way; I had the opposite experience, but I knew what it was like to be uncomfortable discussing what was truly going on. "Silvia, we don't know each other but I hope you know that not everyone is t

Rebecca demanded, her voice sharp. “I… I was told to bring refreshments,” Silvia stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Rebecca’s eyes narrowed. “And you decided to make a mess instead?” “It was a mistake,” Silvia said, her voice pleading. “I didn’t mean to.” Rebecca’s smile widened, a merciless, predatory expression. “Of course you didn’t. You by no means intend to, do you?” Silvia’s eyes packed with tears. She didn’t know what to say. She simply wanted to vanish.

"Of course you can see him." Hearing Silvia calling her 'Miss' like Karen was a young lady, Karen was delighted. However, to avoid embarrassing Silvia, Karen did not correct her. "Can I go up to see him?" Silvia was subconsciously comparing herself with this lady. Silvia felt that she was no match for her, so she could not help but want to get out of there quickly. Karen looked at Silvia, who looked very cute and somewhat similar to Karen Joy. She sincerely said, "Before you see him, can you give me some time to talk to you?"