Silvia Likens Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

I had complete faith in her. "Oh, I used to be a ballerina." I heard her tell Betty one night after work. "Ballerina?" Betty asked. "Like the Swan cracker?" "It's actually Swan Lake and The Nutcracker," Sierra corrected. "Whatever," Betty replied. "The club is much better." "If you count the walking STDs," Sierra muttered. The hairbrush in my hand flew past them, clattering against the wall. Both turned to me, filled with shock. I glared hard at Sierra.

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.

Levi picked up a piece of apple and put it at Silvia's mouth. "You should eat some too, Miss Silvia." "Aw, you're so sensible and you're so nice that you just make people like you. If you continue to be like this, I'm afraid that I won't be able to let you go anymore." Silvia parted her lips and bit on the apple. The apple was not sweet, but Silvia felt a gush of sweetness in her heart.

Silvia's voice was cold, like the murmurs from an evil spirit in the depths of hell. She continued, "For example, it's difficult for you to find Whitney. But to me, it's as difficult as taking a piece of scrap from a dead man." She descended from the platform as she spoke and stared straight at Violet. "Tell me, Violet, do I make sense?" Silvia sounded like she was making a threat. Violet's expression changed as well. After contemplating for a long time, she said calmly, "I just want to know information about Whitney's whereabouts."

She wasn't even joking. Lennox couldn't help but laugh. Hunter got a perfect match. "I think he likes you because he won't stop complaining about you," Lennox mused after sobering up. Her eyes widened slightly as she scoffed. "He hates me. If given the chance he would kill me without even batting his eyes," Silvia said. She was never a confident person but Lennox gave her comfortable vibes just like Rasmus and she could tell Lennox and she would make good friends if gotten the chance. She didn't feel like keeping her guard up around him.

The career she had worked so hard to build, her brilliant career in modeling was in danger of being ruined or perhaps already completely ruined. "I can't understand it," Mr. Sterne continued, his voice dropping slightly. "How could you act so recklessly? Isn't there a dirty way you could have done it? A way that doesn't get your hands dirty, but cleans up those two pieces of trash where they belong." "I... I just wanted to defend my pride, Sterne's pride. Wasn't it father who taught me to uphold the Sterne name? And being cheated on with a lowly human would only hurt Sterne's pride." Lilyana tried to explain.

I heard a deep voice whisper into my ear right after I felt a wave of hot breath on my neck while I was busy trying to pull my levitating skirt. The advice was nice but why whisper it so closely but I was in no position to pick up a fight, so I did what a normal person should do. "Oh thanks" I turned around to offer a sincere appreciation only to meet Lucas face a few inches from mine. Lucas was my course mate and only the best soccer player with a fan base of horny females showering him love like he's some kind of god. This was probably the first time in years we were exchanging words that were not about submitting assignments or giving notifications on emergency lectures.