Sylvia Frasher Novels & Stories

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

“And you have to stay away from Frank. Give me your word. I know you guys work together and he is your boss-” “Well, he is not my boss, I just help him out with stuff after work.” I mumble, embarrassed now. I was so pathetic, I wasted all my time and energy helping him out, just because I liked him. “I am sorry, you stayed late to complete his work?” He asked me, enunciating each and every word, “Do you really not see how much this man is using you?” “I do but-“ “No, just don’t talk to Frank again.”

SAMANTHA’S POV I paced in my room. There has to be something about this human girl I don’t know. Why does she keep bothering me? why? “Why are you so interested in her?” I heard my wolf ask me. Little wolf, you must remember that if I am to get us where we are supposed to be, then I must get her out of my way. She is a stumbling block. “Then if you must solve this, then you must start from the root.”

From a very young age, Sylvia displayed a different side compared to other girls. While most girls immersed themselves in pretty princess dresses and shades of pink, and vied for the attention of handsome young men, Sylvia showed little interest. Furthermore, she had an exceptional older brother, Lance, which led her to have high standards when it came to men. Ordinary young men simply couldn't capture her interest. During her school years, many pursued her with flowers and gifts, but failed to attract her. Later, when she began working in the emergency department of a hospital, she encountered gory scenes every day. Her conversations were often peppered with terms like "fracture," making he

He still sounded grumpy, but it was obvious that he wanted her to return. “I don’t want to see Shermaine again. Fire her and I’ll come back,” she said. “I’ve transferred here somewhere else. You won’t see her again.” “I don’t want you to transfer her. I want her out of Carter Corporation,” Sylvia said with clenched teeth. She added, “I know she saved Grandmother before, and if you think you owe it to her, give her some money, or refer her to work somewhere else.”

“But I still don’t trust him, Asher. I think he is trying to play games with us, you saw the way he was speaking to his son. I can’t trust that kind of person.” I knew that Sylvia’s hormones were part of the reason why she was making silly assumptions, but I couldn’t say it to her face knowing how terrible an idea that was. I had to start thinking of a way to make her change her mind, hoping that she was going to see reasons why we weren’t supposed to think twice about grabbing such a great opportunity.

Wushi. He would make women obsessed with him and buy them anything they wished for, but never would he give them love nor affection. He considered all women who approached him objects of desire that were bound by materialism. It was impossible and yet they would always try to melt a heart of stone. She recalled her former life when she killed for a living. 'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets.

“Don’t tell me you’re about to sell me one of your miracle investors.” I shook my head. “No. I’m talking about Sylvia.” “Who?” “Sylvia Rhodes. She’s one of the best surgeons in the country. Works at Rhodes Hospital. Brilliant mind, steady hands, and heart of gold. She helped Andrea through a tough time recently.” David nodded slowly. “Ah. I think I’ve heard her name somewhere. But she’s in New York, right?” “Yeah. But she travels for professional consultations sometimes. If you’d like, I can connect you. She’s someone who doesn’t just treat patients, she actually cares. You’d be in good hands.”

Asked Claire looking down her nose at the woman in front of her. “I’m his third cousin, so I’m just a branch of the First Elons of the Capital. Blake and I grew up together, we were very close, and I know everything about him. As for my position, I met with Mr. Weston, and he was impressed with my college background. If it weren’t for Blake to introduce me to him, I wouldn’t have gotten a prestigious job there.” Sylvia claimed, looking right at Claire’s shocked expression.

Sylvia was a PhD student who joined Linus's Advanced Spatial Analysis seminar in Cambridge in the autumn term. She was from Switzerland and specialised in landscape archaeology. I first met her in Linus's office. I had gone in to drop off some documents and, when I knocked and entered, she was standing by his whiteboard, which was covered in complex spatial autocorrelation models. She turned around, her short blonde hair neat, her blue eyes sharp behind her glasses. She gave me a quick, assessing look, then smiled.