Sylvia Intermezzo Novels & Stories

Sylvia offered a dazzling smile before saying, "I might feel a pang of jealousy, but I won't get upset with you. You are so vigorous, so I know I simply can't satisfy you all by myself, Ashton." She blushed after saying that, her eyes suddenly gleaming before adding, "If you genuinely manage to get Martha to sign with Evermore Media and secure her endorsement for our Complexion Elixir, I'll give you a reward, Ashton." "What kind of reward?" Ashton asked. Sylvia leaned into Ashton's ear and whispered, "I'll offer you Melody, my sister. How does that sound, Ashton?" Ashton fell silent. Sylvia exclaimed with a grin, "It's decided then! If you don't claim Melody, we'll be forced to continue meet

A grand piano gleamed under recessed lighting, its lid raised like a gaping mouth. And there she was. Sylvia lounged on a Roche Bobois sofa, her crimson Dolce & Gabbana dress pooling around her like spilled blood. She held a crystal glass of Barolo, swirling the wine with lazy fingers. "Ah." Her lips curved. "Mr Blackstone. How... predictable." Sophie moved first. Three strides across the marble and she'd slapped the glass from Sylvia's hand, crash—the wine splattering across the white rug like a gunshot wound.

She wouldn’t let some newcomer undermine the life she had envisioned. With a tight grip on her spoon, she began to eat, attempting to mask the turmoil bubbling inside her. The tension at the table was palpable as Sylvia and Stephan continued to eat in silence. Suddenly, Stephan reached over and placed some fish on Sylvia’s plate. Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up at him, but he remained indifferent, his focus on his own meal.

Her body shook. The voice was nearly gentle now. Tell them, Sira. Tell them what lies beneath their feet. Or let them discover it when the Citadel exhales again. Then silence. Only the sound of her harsh breath lingered. Sira stepped up, her legs trembling, her hand grasping the staff for balance. The crystal at its end no longer flashed blue or silver it pulsed with both, together like veins of contrasting light. She ascended the stairs, her vision distorting in the walls of glass and rock.

Sylvia mood immediately turned sour, she didn't know what to think anymore As if reading her thoughts again, Jane immediately interjected, "Oh okay I will just have to wait, I really can't wait to get over with the interview" she said aloud making sure Sylvia heard her Upon hearing that, Sylvia felt relieved again and she couldn't help but smile and feel warm inside, this Jane girl is really sweet, she thought to herself, ' am sure she did that for me ' she thought again

That’s what we all don’t know princess, since Dylan returned no one can seem to read , his acting so cold and out of reach , I guess that’s what five years in a cell in the human world does to you . I swallows the lump on my throat when sge says that’s as I tried not to think about her words , I didn’t want them getting to me . Well if thus must make you feel good , the only thing that I noticed his being making sure of is keeping you safe , you should he tearful that he cared . I didn’t know if Sylvia words were supposed to warm my hearty , but I found myself smiling when she said that . I instantly wash it off my face as Sylvia steps out, she was done .

she muttered aloud. But when she saw the name Jane again, her interest peaked. She tapped into Lucy’s profile and confirmed it—Lucy Crestwell. Daniel’s wife. Jane’s sister. An assemblyman’s wife is texting me? A thrill ran through her. “Well, I’ll win her over,” Sylvia whispered to herself. She quickly replied: > “My name is Sylvia Wayne, PR Manager at Orlov Empire. And yes, I can help you with that. But please, do not let her know. As much as I don’t like what she did to you, I can’t risk losing my job.”

From the time Silvy hung up till the time she should get here is and hour and thirty minutes. Five minutes before Silvy is due to arrive I instruct the prospect working the bar to make Silvy’s drink. He looks t me oddly at first but does what I ask when I tell him it is for Silvy. Everyone here adores Silvy so it doesn’t surprise me the prospect gets to work. Just before Silvy walks in the door the prospect sets it on the bar next to my beer. When Silvy walks in I know something is wrong. She is smiling but everyone can tell it is fake. And she is tense as hell. That is until she spots me. When Silvy sees me I watch her shoulders drop and her lips give a real smile.

“I know you look at me worse than a prostitute. Go on, shove that to my freaking face, Clyve, because you are so damn self-righteous that you never made mistakes. But I can’t turn back the time. One thing you should know is I never regretted every damn time I did what I did. That’s what made me who I am today. That’s why I am still here standing despite what happened in my past life. I will do it in a heartbeat for the sake of someone I care about. I never felt ashamed of being a Sindy Kate in case you haven’t noticed.” Maybe there was a grain of regret and trust left in him because he suddenly dropped his gaze. “Let me guess, you never experienced in a situation without a damn choice, have

For a few minutes, we just ate and talked about random things, the hospital gossip, some ridiculous thing one of the interns had said, and the funny way Logan kept showing up at the oddest times lately. But then, I noticed something. Sylvia’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her laughter felt a little off, a little too light. I frowned, putting down my fork. “Alright,” I said, crossing my arms. “What’s going on?” She blinked innocently. “What do you mean?” “Don’t ‘what do you mean’ me. You’ve been quiet since you got here, and you keep zoning out. Talk to me, Sylvia.” She sighed softly, staring at the plate for a moment before looking back up. “Violet… I’m quitting.”