Sydney Sweeney Outer Banks Novels & Stories

Sydney sat on her bed, facing Emma, and I sat behind her. When there was a sound of someone who might have climbed the stairs, the girl in front of me turned her head to the door to look at the person who just walked in, it's the pregnant woman. I think her name is Wendy, and I think she is her sis-in-law or something. And I quickly went out of Sydney's sight. "Oh, it is already open. I got the spare keys here. Are you okay, Syd?" Wendy asked and also sat on the bed.

Why did he adore Rue so much now? He did not seem like a cruel man who would abandon his child. Fern finally opened the door. She was met with the sight of Sydney, who was causing a commotion outside the door. Her hair was messy, and there was a wild expression on her face. She looked rather terrifying. Sydney chuckled sinisterly after seeing her. “Hah, I knew that you’d definitely come out!” Fern remained impassive. She looked at her coldly and asked, “What did you say just now?”

“I'll be right back, bud. Auntie has to go talk with your grumpy daddy.” “Okay!” Damien leans in towards me and whispers. “Be right back, angel.” I give him a small smile before turning my attention to Eden. *...*...*...*...*...*... Damien’s POV I shut the office door behind us. Sydney drops her backpack on the leather couch and spins to face me, her hands on her hips. “Spill.” I pull open the top drawer of my desk and take out the assassin’s phone from an evidence bag. I set it on the desk between us.

God, how I missed being in a relationship. The passenger door abruptly snapped open and Sydney hopped in wearing a dark gray cowl-neck sweater with a silver ballerina pin near the collar, black jeans, black sneakers, a three-quarter-length gray suede coat, and sunglasses. Her hair was pulled back in a looped ponytail and a wide smile spread across her face. I whiffed the light fragrance of her perfume and realized being around Sydney for an entire week and not falling in love was going to be difficult. “Hi,” she said.

Gavin asked calmly. She could tell he was drunk." Yes." Silence. "Um... Where are you?" " Arizona." His voice raised slightly, " Alone?" " You have no right to know that." And there was the storm. " Sydney, who the f**k are you with, and how dare you take my kids with you!" " I didn't-" " G*d knows if I catch that guy you ran off with, I'll beat the shit out of him." Sydney's mouth hung open. " Oh, now you feel bad when the table turns on you."

Amanda pulled her by the hand into the living room. "Everyone, this is Sarah. Isn't she striking?" Her aunt pointed to an elegant young woman in the crowd. "This is my niece, Sydney Blanco. You two should get along." Before Sarah could speak, Sydney chimed in with a smirk, "Come on, Auntie. I'm in college, and she's already got a divorce under her belt. Not exactly running in the same circles, are we?" "Sydney!" Mrs. Blanco, who was sitting beside Sydney, landed a sharp tap on her head.

Penny smiles and pats the chair in front of her. Not wanting to be rude, I grab my backpack and move the few seats over, sitting and smiling back to her. Penny glances to Devon and makes a face as if saying 'ha, I win!' Devon rolls his eyes and chats with his friend, leaving me to the girls who are not promised to be any better than him. "So, Wrenley, interesting name. I've never heard it before," Penny's friend says. "I'm Caitlyn—boring name, right? I bet everyone remembers your name."

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.

I want her to know that being a shadow doesn't make her invisible to me. We stay like that for a long moment until the sound of clicking heels breaks my concentration. "Okay, I’m ready." I turn to see Sydney standing there, her packed bag slung over her shoulder. I quickly mask my expression, smoothing out the tension in my jaw. I walk up to meet her, but as I get close, she suddenly gags, covering her nose with her hand. "Ugh, Owen, let’s go," she says, her voice muffled. "I hate the smell in here. It’s... it’s vivid."

"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?" Their stunned expressions told her she had struck a nerve. She wasn't finished. "Oh, and Caleb's wife?" She met Scott's gaze head-on. "That's me." Her words barely landed when the factory doors banged open. "Let go of my son!" Penelope stormed in, eyes wild, voice sharp with fury. She shot Scott a hard warning glance, ensuring he had no dirty ideas. She had caught just enough of Sydney's bluff at the door to realize how close these men had come to letting her slip free. Even tied t