Sylvia Case Novels & Stories

I froze for a moment. The dean gestured for me to go over. Casey’s voice was low but sharp, sounding accusatory. “Care to explain this?” I did not understand. Then, his gaze swept the classroom. One of my students immediately hurried out, calling, “Casey.” It was then I realized—his foster sister, Victoria, was one of my students. No wonder her voice had sounded so strangely familiar to me last night. “I didn’t know—” Casey cut me off, saying, “Resign.”

Sylvia didn't remember the new man's name, but she knew it was included in the papers on the small desk where she did what little paper work was needed to keep the household running smoothly. After learning his name was Michael Carpenter, Sylvia removed her bra and changed her blouse to a tight and clingy jersey. She had big, luscious breasts with nipples that would stand out through the thin fabric, and she knew it and wanted Mike to know it too. Panties would just get in the way, and hers were wet anyhow, so she took them off and put on a pair of tight shorts with nothing underneath. When she looked in the mirror, Sylvia saw a cameltoe, which was what she wanted Mike to see too. She was re

People say Sylvia’s name never appears directly, but it always seems to float nearby… like someone who doesn’t want ownership but definitely wants control. The Vales and Sons Case: A Familiar Hand Behind the Curtain? The most explosive rumor, however, surrounds The People vs. The Vales and Sons Establishment, a case that sent shockwaves through the city’s elite. The official story says a whistleblower dropped damning evidence that cracked the case open. But unofficially? Sources close to the situation claim the intel was too precise, too personal, too well-timed to have come from an outsider. And then someone mentioned Sylvia. The tone of the whistleblower’s statements… the strategic timing…

She held her breath as she heard the healer's footsteps draw closer, feeling his gaze land on the shape of her pregnancy under the blanket. "Ms. Sylvia, it's time for your medication." Sylvia slowly pulled the blanket back just enough to expose a pale, weak face. She forced a weary smile. "Doctor... could you please get me a glass of water? I don't have any strength left..." The healer in white looked at her once and said nothing before turning to the water dispenser in the corner of the room. The moment his back was turned, Sylvia moved! Her action was swift as lightning. Her arm shot out from under the covers, expertly slipped into the healer's pocket, and stolen his phone.

… Sylvia made a phone call to the education ministry after receiving Caspian's orders. She greeted the man and introduced herself, "Hello, I'm a general of the investigative team, Sylvia Frost." Calling herself a general of the investigative team was more efficient in displaying her authority in Southlake City rather than calling herself a general officer. Trevor Winston, the director of the education ministry, was startled as he listened to Sylvia state her credentials. He wondered if she was trying to look for trouble, given the unstable situation within Southlake City. He wanted to confirm who he was dealing with. "Who knows if you're the real deal or not? Can you prove your identity?"

She didn't even look at it at all and he realized that it wasn't all women. ''First off, please accept my congratulations.'' he smiled. ''Thank you.'' Sylvia sighed. ''I understand how you feel ma'am and I'm ready to help you every step of the way but it isn't going to be easy I tell you. Your husband has the best team of lawyers money can buy.'' ''And I heard you're just as good as them, that's why I contacted you. I want you to try for me, please.'' Sylvia said. She knew that anyone who would even dream of challenging her husband had to be brave and she didn't put it past this man sitting in front of her to do the job.

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.