Sydney Sweeney Birth Chart Novels & Stories

"I called you here to see if you'd be willing to be my secretary. I know you love working for Edselyn, but I’m fed up with the incompetence of my employees." "You could hire someone from a temp agency," Sande suggested. "Sande, come on, remember you called me your brother? Little sisters help their big brothers with whatever they need," Sinjin urged. "I think I'm older than you," Sande narrowed her eyes. "My zodiac sign is Virgo. And yours is...?" "Leo. August 20," Sinjin replied with a smug smile. "So, what do you say, little sister? Will you help your big brother out?"

There’s something off about him, something that doesn’t quite add up. “I can’t figure out his aura,” I murmur just loud enough for Sydney to hear. “It’s strong, but strange. I can’t tell if he’s a celestial wolf, an Alpha, or something else entirely. It’s like I can’t sense it... unless I’m really close.” Sydney’s smile falters. “That’s because his wolf is weak.” I freeze mid-stretch. “Wait, what?” She nods, lowering her voice further. “From what I’ve heard, he’s the son of a celestial wolf, but something happened at birth. It weakened his wolf. No one knows exactly what caused it.”

“Yeah… that was… in the wrong position or something? Anyway, it made Sydney lose a lot of blood, and Mystica just couldn’t save her.” I’m not sure what to say about that. I had only known Sydney for a couple of days, but she seemed like a sweet, if extremely misguided, young woman. It was clear her parents cared about her, even if they had sent her to live with the man who had ultimately taken advantage of her and put her in this situation where she ended up pregnant and lost her life. “I suppose I should call her father,” I say. Beta Seth nods. “He will probably appreciate hearing it from you. But… there is the matter of… the baby.”

"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.

“I love it. I guess I should explain yours.” She leans over the counter in the mirror. Damn, I need to control myself. “Yeah, what is this flowery plant. I never thought I would have such a girly mate mark.” “It’s a Heather plant. Youngblood is a Swedish name that means Heather leaf. What’s interesting is you have both white and purple. Normally Youngblood mates get one of the two colors.” I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her shoulder. “So, this isn’t normal?” The childish excitement she’s showing me is new. I wonder if this side of her is only for me—the real Sydney.

"Don't worry little girl. Everything is already written on your face so there is no need to get so pale and again I don't like to repeat myself so kindly introduce yourself." I took a deep breath. Now nothing is in my hand and it's useless to stroll time if I can't run away from this place "My name is Sydney. I am 24 years old. I work in the Ignite bar. Where I found your son and help him. And I took this watch as compensation for helping your son." "Hmm. So you stole and give it a name of compensation or fee to help him. Well, I can give you another chance and will not file a complaint against you." He tossed a bait in front of me.

Name Amelia Rose Russo Martin Age 22 years old Status Widow Spouse Jacob Martin (dead) Blood/G B+ I take in the information and wonder why Sydney gave me this. It has so much information. All details about her. I even see her allergic reactions - peanuts. Hmm, talk about coincidence. Wait, Amelia Rose Russo Martin. Amelia has a dead spouse.

Chen nodded and told Sydney, “Two extra egg rolls in her bag, on the house.” I sniffed. “I’m sorry for taking you away from your job.” “No, don’t be sorry. I’m glad you could get it out.” Sydney handed me a notepad and pen. “Write your birthday and the minute you were born. I’ll do your chart—free. You just wait; your life is about to change.” I didn’t really believe her, but I wrote it down because she’d been so kind. After thanking her, I left. Walking back to my dorm, I was sick of feeling embarrassed and crying over my dirtbag ex.

"Alright, I got it. Let's go, Ms. Payne." Aurora bade Sydney goodbye politely. "Goodbye, Mrs. Harper." "Goodbye." Sydney saw Theodore and Aurora off, and sighed under her breath. "Syd," Wesley said, his voice coming from behind her. Sydney turned around. "Is Mom asleep already?" "Yes," Wesley said. "Has Theo left?" "Yes, with Ms. Payne." "Is that Ms. Payne his new girlfriend?" Wesley asked. Sydney glanced at their retreating figures and said flatly, "Even if she isn't now, she might be in the future. Who can predict the future?"

He must have told them he’s asking me to marry him. They pull out a stool for me and I sit down between Johnny and Steph eating my pizza. “So what were we talking about?” I ask. “Johnny was just telling us how he thinks you look like Sydney Sweeney.” Steph says looking at her brother. “Sydney Sweeney from Euphoria?” I ask with a laugh. “Yeah her.” Steph says and I look over to Johnny. “I don’t look like her, she’s blond and my hair is dark.” I say. “Plus I’m much darker than her, my Italian genes remember.” I add.