Sylvia Case Novels & Stories

" Sylvia was a pro at manipulation and gaslighting. As tears streamed down her face, she truly looked like a wronged saint. In a cold and steady voice, I said, "What if I produce evidence?"

“So are you going to speak or you’ll just keep staring.” Fred turned away with a smile. He began to rub his hands against each other vigorously. “So tell me, Sylvia, do you think anyone would have anything against you in this mansion?” Sylvia sighed in relief. Thank goodness he called her to talk about the case not to tell her that he liked her as she imagined. The last thing she wanted was a relationship. “I don’t know Fred. I’ve been thinking a lot about it but I guess it was just a coincidence that the mastermind used me.” She replied.

Sylvia's face stiffened at that, but she didn't say anything more. A month after Owen's divorce from his first wife, he and Sylvia tied the knot. Sylvia, a girl from a small town, was a leading actress in local plays. At 16, she met Owen, a young man from the bustling city of Ventropolis, who was teaching in her town. Despite their seven-year age difference, they immediately felt a connection. However, two years into their relationship, Owen returned to Ventropolis. Sylvia patiently waited for him for three years. During that time, he visited her and promised to return in three months to marry her. But heartbreak awaited Sylvia; she discovered that Owen had wed another woman named Frida Youn

“We move now. Live calculations only. No delays. No assumptions. Whoever did this knew what they were doing... but they underestimated one thing.” “They took Alina Vaughn,” he said low and lethal. “And that means there will be consequences.” Back at the boutique, Sylvia greeted Clara and Lucille with professional warmth, but her eyes flicked instinctively toward the fitting corridor. “She just stepped out a few minutes ago,” Sylvia said lightly. “She’ll be right back.” Minutes ticked past. Five became ten. Sylvia’s smile faded. Pregnant women didn’t take this long. A chill crept up her spine.

Christine gestured for them to proceed. On the other hand, Sylvia was mad when her men told her that they couldn't find Aryan in the basement. She cursed them all and shot five of them. "You are all fucking stupid. You are all incompetent. I left him so you could watch over him while I handle the case over here. Idiots!" "We are sorry ma'am."

"Maria, this is Mr and Mrs Hamilton and Sophia Hamilton. They are..." "Casey's Family. It's a very big honour to meet you all. May we step onto my office so we can go through some basics" We step in and each take a seat. "Okay, so Casey came to us around a week ago via ambulance once their aircraft had touched down in America from Brazil. She was groggy as she was heavily sedated on the way here, and she's had 3 surgeries. 2 major surgeries to put a lot of her stuff back in place. When they found her, she had her first surgery in Brazil to remove 3 knives. They were situated in her stomach and two in her thighs.

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

he smiled, “here we are.” “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. Forgive Greg too.” “No, my lady,” he said gently. “Please rest. Don’t worry too much.” Then he paused. “Tell me about yourself.” “Me?” “Yes.” “There’s nothing special about me.” “Anything at all.” “I’m Sylvia Johnson. Daughter of Raymond Johnson. I married Greg after school… and now my marriage is falling apart because his first love returned.” “Can I help you?” he asked.“Can I help you?” he asked.

My fingers moved over my screen in a flash as I opened Sylvia’s contact and typed the one code only the two of us understood. Me: DON'T WEAR BLACK!!! It was a code Sylvia and I came up with years ago when she was assisting on a rogue-related field project during her third year in law school. Stubborn as ever, she insisted on going in without proper supervision even though she had seniors assigned to the case with her, and somehow she ended up dragging me into it with her because she couldn't wait.

ARIANA'S POV Reginald’s eyes narrowed with renewed interest at my mention of Sylvia. He signaled Detective James to put away the gun, and the man complied, lowering the weapon from Nate's temple. “Who is this Sylvia?” Reginald demanded. My voice shook as I replied, “She’s the lawyer representing Winters Pharmaceuticals.”