Sydney Sweeney Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Sydney had just sat in the passenger seat when she saw Julien leave from the corner of her eyes. The moment the car started to move, she looked out at the trees flying by in a daze. Cayden saw her despondency, and the emotion in his eyes faded slightly. “What are you thinking about?” Sydney returned to her senses and smiled. “It’s nothing.” Cayden’s features were more three-dimensional from the side, and he looked like he was of mixed-descent. Julien was a famous school hunk back in the day, but Cayden was no less inferior. He had wide shoulders, a thin waist, and long legs comparable to international supermodels.

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.

she frantically grabs Sydney's forearms, giving them a little shake "You, Sydney, are our missing daughter." I stand. They don't need me. They finally have their perfect blond match to their family set. I'm just a dark cloud reminding them of a mistake that was beyond their control. "I am not a Greyson," Sydney stomps her foot spitting our name at us like a curse. "I could never be one of you. I am a Bryant. Sydney Bryant. My family has HATED yours for generations. Your company is the reason we've never been able to expand into the US, and now that you are failing and we have a shot with Steele Industries, you are fabricating this little fairytale to take my family down."

She adds with a small smile, and I chuckle. “Seems like I’m walking on thin ice here,” I say and we both look at the elders having a discussion with each other, not bothered by our conversation. Bronze is engaged with them, giving his input while I just sit beside him and play candy crush on my phone. The woman nods. “The elders don’t like anything they do not understand. You, being a celestial wolf, are something they don’t understand, so they neglect it.” She looks at me again. “I’m Sydney.”

I really hoped Selena was not going to do something stupid. ************************************************************************** SYDNEY'S POV........... My name is Sydney Corps and am a vampire. I am also the daughter of the vampire king (yea I know what you are thinking, am a lucky girl.....I truly am). You see, I don't many friends....infact, I only relate with people of the same social status as myself (you can say that am proud and spoiled but it doesn't really freak me). My boyfriend Beck was just like me, His father was my father's right hand man and to be sincere, I genuinely loved Beck. So you see, nothing could ever go wrong in my life, I have everything I could ever wish for.

After Arien insisted Susan, she also picked one for herself. "This colour won't suit you, Miss" the shop assistant suggested. But Susan became angry, "Now you'd teach me this?" She glared and added. "Don't you know I'm the famous actress, Susan Hayes, of New York!" "Mm... This, I guessed it right, she's the actress model of New York city." Arien wondered. Susan was enraged at such a small thing and she was going on scolding the shop assistant when Arien stood out and spoke, "This colour, indeed, wont suit you Miss Hayes. You can check out other. There are many options." She suggested.

"She wants you dead as much as she wants me dead. And yet here you are, ready to die for her." Scott's frown deepened, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "What are you laughing at? What the hell do you mean by that?" "You take jobs without doing a background check?" Sydney lowered her gaze, hiding the flicker of nerves beneath her lashes, and leaned on borrowed authority. Her voice was steady, almost imperious. "My name is Sydney Wilson. I'm the Sterling family's foster daughter. Ever heard of Julian Sterling? He's my brother. You think you couldn't afford to cross the Hamptons, but are you ready to cross the Sterlings?"

"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 immediately heard excited voices on the other side. When the door opened, the person standing in front of me was Sydney. She seemed a little startled at first -- no doubt due to the creepy mask I was wearing -- but she quickly broke into a big smile. And she looked gorgeous. To help you visualize, Syd is about 5'8'', with long straight blonde hair that she usually wears pulled back in a simple ponytail. She used to be on the UCLA softball team, an outfielder. She's your stereotypical Southern California girl, straight out of central casting, effortlessly beautiful in a very traditional, all American girl kind of way. On that night, though, she was all done up like she was going to the prom

Sydney pacified as she pat Katniss’ back gently while Katniss sighed softly. Sydney was twenty five, the same age as Katniss, although she's a bit older with three months. Sydney Walters, the only child of Mr. Vale Walters, multi billionaire ‘business man' who’s source of wealth seems to be from impure and bloody underground business. Nevertheless, Sydney had found a way of making her own clean and legitimate money as a renowned and famous model, one of the best and wealthiest as well.