Silvia Likens Novels & Stories

I bit my lip, the weight of everything—my rejection, my aimless running—pressing down on me. She started walking toward me, slow and deliberate. I tensed, squaring my shoulders, ready for an attack. But she stopped just a few inches away, her eyes searching mine like she was seeing something I couldn’t. “I’m Silvia,” she said, her voice calm but carrying a strength that made me pause.

Steve smiled at her unconscious coquettish action. “But I want to taste them now.” Carla pouted as she quickly finished the last rolls in the box while licking her oily lips. “You have to have enough space in your stomach for the food at the beach.” Steve teased with a smile on his face. If he had known that the way to her heart was through food, He would have taken that route sooner.

She was everything I wasn't. And me? I was the girl with a blind and dull right eye. People flinched when they looked into it. There was no security camera in that corner, so I took the blame. Even my own mother looked at me with disgust. "Sienna, she's your sister. How could you hate her so much?"

“Alana Winters… Winters… It sounds so familiar. Why can’t I remember?” “Old friend?” Marcus teased. “No,” Silvia said, standing up and pacing. “No, no. She’s not from here. But I know I’ve seen her before. There’s something about her. I just can’t point a finger on it.” “Maybe she’s just got one of those faces,” Marcus said lazily. Silvia shook her head. “No. It’s something else.” She turned to him, eyes sharper now. “Everyone has dirt, Marcus. Every single person. All I need to do is dig deep enough.”

“I can’t believe Lilah finally managed to track you down!” Lissa shook her head, the ice clinking in her glass of iced tea as she raised the glass to take a sip. Bellamy sighed as he speared his fork into a sausage. “It’s my own fault, I’ve avoided using magic for months so she wouldn’t be able to sense me… I just wanted Thea to have a good night and not be worried about… well, you know.” Lissa’s jackhammered in her seat, “It’s sooooo cool that she’s a siren! What’s her song like? Do you think she’d show me her wings? I wish I could’ve seen Lilah’s bitch face when you saw you with Thea.”

She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to take me home?" I stared at her and she was licking and biting her bottom lip instinctively, trying her absolute best to lure me. But I wasn't. I smiled at her and whispered back into her ear. "Sounds good. But no," I said as I continued to sip my beer. Liana stared at me with her eyes open wide, like she had seen a ghost or something. "What did you just say?" she retorted, with righteous indignation plastered all over her gorgeous face.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

She didn’t. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked a whole minute later. “What’s the point?” His lips pursed in a mild smile. “You don’t, so let’s. See? You’re making me beg again. Speak up your mind, woman.” Silvia kept her eyes on the window. “My mind is a map with twenty thousand miles between your place and mine. And no magic spell at hand to make them any shorter. “Yeah, that’s you, for sure. My mind is a bed to sleep with you every time I can, never mind the GPS.”

Her pearl earrings caught the sunlight, glowing softly. "My name is Liliana," she said calmly. "Sir, you've mistaken me for someone else." Salvatore's pupils shrank slightly. He took a step forward. "I've been looking for you for a year." "I told you, you have the wrong person." "Your leg…" "I was born this way." "Your voice…" "A lot of people sound alike." Salvatore stopped. He looked at her. She wore a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her slender arms. Her face was fuller and healthier than before, and her eyes had changed.

“And the pressure.” “Yes.” “And the visibility.” “Yes.” He studied my face. “And it does not scare you.” I looked back at the glowing city. “No.” “Why.” Because once you have lived a life where you felt invisible, where your voice was ignored and your dreams were treated as small inconveniences, visibility stops feeling dangerous. It starts feeling like freedom. “I already lived the life that frightened me,” I said softly. “What life.” “The one where I never tried.” He nodded slowly. “That woman is gone.”