Sylvia Frasher Novels & Stories

Faryah bid and he nodded simply at me before leaving. " So hyper Faryah, I have news for you" I said as I threw my arm round her shoulder and pulled her closer to me and collected her bag from her. " First, Sophia said we should wait here for here" She said as she pulled me towards the bench I usually sat down on. " Sure" I answered and followed her. She and Sophia were nominated for the three finalists in the Miss UCLA 2019 awards. That was why we were going to see Sandra. To get their dresses ready for the dinner.

[Sylvia's POV] Freya paraded through the crowd in a stunning emerald gown. I paid for that dress two weeks ago using my personal allowance. She held a crystal champagne flute, leaning close to a group of high-society Omega women. "It is a tragedy," Freya sighed, putting a manicured hand over her chest. "Sylvia hit her head during a motorcycle crash. The pack doctor said she suffered severe brain damage. She is delusional now. She rejected poor Carl, who has been nothing but devoted to her."

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.

I warned, my voice dripping with pure rage. I pointed at the door, yelling for her to leave but she only threw her head backwards, and cackling like a mad woman. I hate her. I wanted to scream the words at her face but I knew that wasn't what I needed. Seraphina threw her head back, laughing again, this time louder. "You think you scare me?" she scoffed. "You’re the intruder here, not me. Clinton was mine long before you came into the picture. Leave, or I’ll make sure you suffer.”

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Swisher was Jewish; she wasnt, probably a Wasp from old money, a banker and a lawyer who met, not through social circles, but on a deal. is gal wasn't a cold fish, she was frozen. Her lack of visible grief didn't mean she wasn't attached to her husbandshe prob- ably liked him fine-it was simply a refiection of her icei the-veins nature. If Will ever had to sue someone, someone he really hated, this was the woman he'd want. She made eye contact exclusively with him. Nancy might as well have been invisible. Subordinates, such as the Iauy