Spell Sylvester นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sylvester said, signaling for the young man to release his hold on DJ and Falcon. The firelight finally kissed his face. Sylvester was breathtaking. Silver hair fell past his shoulders in smooth waves, and his golden eyes shimmered like molten metal. His body was carved from years of war and experience. He was tall, muscular, and regal without even trying. "I'm Sylvester," he said calmly. "And these are my sons." He gestured to the boy who had held DJ and Falcon moments ago. "This is Stanley." Stanley stepped forward. He was tall and lean with light blond hair and warm brown eyes, giving off more of a handsome golden-boy vibe than his deadly father.

Ighor was crying. "We still have three more limbs to go, Ighor. You know Yuri would not care what happens to you. Where is your cousin?" Sylvester said calmly. Sylvester did not flinch and did not look like he felt anything. He was indeed a scary man. I wondered how Tamia stole his heart.

Although he was already of age, he shouldn’t be drinking. What exactly happened to him? And where is Gabriel? [Me: I think Grandpa knows about his arrival. He has locked my room and switched off the lights of my room. It’s not possible for me to come up.] I replied to him again, but now I was worried for Sylvester. Between Sylvester and Gabriel, Sylvester was the difficult one. He is arrogant, short-tempered, moody, and highly sensitive. His negative approach to the situation had put him in danger or in a problem so many times in the past that he almost got beaten by the alpha once. The beatings that he got from the Luna are countless.

Sylvester stared into the fire for a long moment. Then, without looking at us, he spoke. “I knew Seraphine.” My breath caught. “I served on the council that advised her when she was crowned. I stood at her side when she declared the Moirea free.” Dominic sat straighter. “She trusted me,” Sylvester continued. “And I failed her.” There was pain in his voice, deep, quiet, anchored in the kind of regret that rots you from the inside. “What did you do?” I asked.

time you walk in and saw us that scene.I saw hurt and betrayal in your eyes.I didnt think what you will feel,I was so heartless and selfish I know.And I am sorry.After that you walked out and Sylvester pushed me and ran out.After that day I heard he make you leave and you fly out of country.Starting that day I saw the empty Sylvester.Hee was so cold and not minding whoever is with him.He drunk and let his self loose.He went to bar and get drunk all the time.I went to him after that and tried to seduced him again but he pushed me out of his life.I was mad that time so I didnt show myself after that day.Days have passed and I thought of what I have done.Someone made me realized it and it was

he said, his voice in a gruff as his eyes darkened while Sylvester grunted in pain. “Let him be, Arthur. We need to keep him alive so we can get as much Intel as possible from him,” Kelly let out, coming closer to them. Immediately she set her eyes on Sylvester she felt disgusted and was about to throw up. His face was beyond recognizable and blood was coming out and drooling all over him. “Oh, my… Is this Sylvester?” She asked but the answer she got was one they didn't expect. Sylvester began crying, like real sobbing.

When the event came to an end, Sylvester made his way to the front of the auditorium to meet Anabel, the main reason he came to the conference. He exchanged greetings with some high-profile people, but his focus was on Anabel. "Hey, Miss Anabel." He called, and Anabel stopped and turned to know who was calling her. "A minute, please." He added while walking towards her. "Any problem?" Anabel asked as she stared at the handsome man who called her. "I've been longing to meet you. I can say that your presentation was truly exceptional." He said, extending a hand. "My name is Sylvester. But you can call me Silver."