Silvia Navarro Novels & Stories

Silvia couldn't keep such exciting news to herself. She chooses to have backup in case Marlie tries to outsmart her. Mr. Sanchez, her partner, needed to know. She gazed at her phone as she dialed his number, eager to share the news. "Hello, Silvia." "I have incredible news, Sanchez. That wretched woman is now in my grasp. I'll come over to the house. Call Angelina and have her bring Audrey." Silvia ended the call with a smile, forgetting all about breakfast.

Gathering the evidences on the table she said to Silvia ‘keep up the good work, in five days time, you are leaving with me too Russia, you’re dismissed’. Silvia salutes her and goes before she could get out of the room Monalisa stopped her. ‘Silvia if may I ask, right now I’m now a nobody why are you helping me?’ Silvia smiles ‘I may have been threatened by you on various occasions but I think you’re one of the best leader Pericolosa have had so far, most cosa nostra have a story about how you saved them …and I don’t think marco can honestly take care of Pericolosa as you have’.

"Yes, ma'am." "Please wait," she said before wearing her glasses. I had only one word for Annabelle Siromani. Unpredictable. When she wore her glasses, her facial expression changed. She looked like an evil Egyptian queen. She literally looked that way. I began to wonder how someone could change in a matter of milliseconds.

Neither parent expected the young woman who stepped off the private transfer at the Dubai helipad. She was twenty-two, tall, and dressed in a way that left little to interpretation—tiny top that barely contained her, micro skirt, boots that climbed past the knee. Nose piercing, a constellation of ear piercings, and the faint glint of a tongue piercing when she spoke. She introduced herself with easy confidence. Alex’s hand stayed low on her back from the first moment. Elara felt the discomfort settle immediately. Kai looked at the girl, then at his son, and the corner of his mouth curved in something close to pride.

Darina kept quiet, letting Silvia spill her sorrow. “When they pounced on you?” Silvia’s eyes burned with fire. “When they tossed me around and did whatever they wanted, violating me, ignoring my screams? I didn’t know what pain and humiliation were before that day. They used me, broke me.” She began to sob loudly. “How… how… just how am I supposed to look John in the eyes now? I feel so dirty.”

Sergio pressed the tip of his knife against Silvia's neck and demanded, "Let Valentina go! Or you'll never see your wife and child again!" My heart skipped a beat when I heard those words. So, Antonio never ended things with Silvia. "Let me go! Otherwise, he really will do it!" I shouted. But Antonio didn't flinch. He snickered. "She's not as important as you, Valentina. For you, I'd give up everything." On the screen, Silvia's eyes went wide. Despair drained her completely, and her body went limp in the chair. Antonio ended the video call without another word. His eyes burned with obsession as they locked onto me again. "Now, no one can get in our way."

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

She mutilated Charles in his sleep and flushed his beyond-saving private parts down the toilet. When Margaret heard that, her health took a nosedive. It was another stroke. She went from bad to worse, then bedridden, her speech slurred and face twisted. Emily, cold to Charles' begging, terminated her pregnancy, cutting off the Wallace family tree. Finally, Olivia's eyes were on me. "Look at her, then at yourself. She knew when to cut ties, when to strike back. "You're not quite there yet." I lifted my wine glass and took a sip. "Why get my hands dirty with illegal stuff?"

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

he asks, looking at me attentively. “Soon,” I say. “I am getting tired of deceiving her. I am going to tell her,” Maximo says, and he looks dead serious. “What if she uses that advantage over us? Are you forgetting she is our enemy’s sister? She is the reason that the Ruby is lost, and now Avorora is in trouble or have you forgotten all that? Don’t let your dick rule you; think with your head,” I snap while narrowing my eyes at him. He shouldn’t fall for the headstrong woman that Samantha is pretending to be around us. She will use this against us, and besides, I don’t even know if I want her as my mate. She is sexy as fuck, yes, but do I really want her?