Sydney Novak Novels & Stories

I step back and shift. Sydney sits up and looks away from me, but I want to feel that joy again in human form. I kneel next to her. I’m facing her. I fight the urge to pull her into my lap. She would be straddling me. It might be too much, especially naked. So, I reach to touch the softness of her cheek. Sydney doesn’t say a word, but I hear her breath catch. She blushes so easily.

I'd only proved that I was some fat nerd, and Tyler had proved that I could never make him feel bad. I was the one crying in a bathroom again. “There's no point, Maeve." I said. “Tyler will always win. And I'll just be…Sydney, Brooklyn's forgotten sister.” “Forgotten?" Maeve threw a hand over my shoulders. “No. You are Sydney Walker. A girl too good for this goddamn school.” The door swung open, and we both turned. Brooklyn walked in, pom-poms in hand. "Sydney, oh jeez. I heard. What happened?”

"Thank goodness, I was afraid you'd been trapped by one of those floozies." I laughed and walked up to him. I sat in the opposite chair and observed the chess arrangement. Wendy was good, she was going to beat grandpa in a few moves. "So tell me everything you know about her," he urged. "Sydney Rosbak is a young Australian woman. She works for one of our companies as a digital artist. That's how I got to know her." "Sydney, that's an odd name, and her parents were very unimaginative in giving her that name." Grandpa pondered.

The genuine Isn’t She Exquisite melody played as Draco strolled Sydney up to the DJ booth, holding her hand with his tall in the air. Sydney was insanely upbeat, uncertain how she had gotten to a point in her life where everything was fair roses.

Sydney put her emotions aside and firmly said, " Stay in this house as long as you want but you are nothing but a concubine. I'm Gavin's wife, I'm the mother of his kids and everyone knows me as his betrothed." Avery's jaw tightened. How dare she say such a thing! " I'm not his concubine Sydney." Sydney scoffed. " I'm sorry, his bed warmer, his mistress, his prostitute. Which do you prefer? I think everything would suit you." Avery walked to Sydney, maintaining stern eye contact. "In case you do not know yet. I'm carrying Gavin's child. "

Sydney shook her head and waved her hand again and again to show that she thought she could not do it. Julien looked at her, "Why do you think so?" Sydney shrugged her shoulders and said, "As you just saw, I did it very badly, and I'm not like you. I'm a novice, but you have learned it before. You've saved my terrible and unrecognizable orchid. If I try to carve again, such a beautiful orchid will be ruined.”

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

No one answered the phone, which was strange. Sydney was so mad that she gritted her teeth. How could Nate put her on a blacklist? He was simply a little helper. The door unexpectedly opened just as Sydney was about to go crazy. Her smile froze right away when she noticed the person arriving. "Why are you here?" A woman in a designer suit walked in and yelled at her. "You said you were really good, didn't you? How did you get to be in such a bad place? How did you get Leo to love you while the child is gone?”

“If you’ll excuse me, ladies.” I lean down, kiss the back of Nina’s hand, and walk away. Retreating to a quiet corner table at the back, hidden enough from most eyes, I signal a server over. I take a glass of whiskey from his tray, and sip slowly while my gaze finds Sydney again. She’s finally escaped her mother and is chatting with the bride-to-be. She laughs softly, and those deep dimples appear in her cheeks. A small smile tugs at my own lips before I can stop it.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.