Sylvia Intermezzo Novels & Stories

It was more like seeing a stone thrown into still water at a completely different angle, sending out unfamiliar ripples. -------------------- At first, Sylvia was just a name that came up often in dinner conversations. “Sylvia raised an interesting perspective…” “Sylvia's model is quite radical, but internally consistent…” “Today I argued with Sylvia for half an hour about the subjectivity of spatial interpolation…” His tone was purely academic admiration, even with a rare hint of excitement at being challenged.

Mendez Mansion Sylvia heard the door open. But she didn't look at it. Only when she heard it close again, she then turned in its direction. She leaned against the backrest of the swivel chair she was sitting on, ticking her fingers on the edge of the arm rest. Olivia's eyes met his. Her looks were full of confusion, while Sylvia's aura was calm and composed. None of them wanted to break the awkward silence between the four corners of that room.

David said with his eyes stationed on the straight path ahead. Sylvia felt elated. David Wells was taking her on a ride, to an unknown destination for a hea-to-heart. Don’t get your hopes up for being relevant Sylvie she told herself. David probably needed someone to listen not to speak with. “Can I turn on the radio?” Sylvia demanded with her hand stretched toward the car radio. She felt that music might lighten the mood. “Sure.” David nodded in approval. She turned on the radio and luckily the first channel she tuned to was playing jazz music.

As Lucas walked towards the hotel entrance, Sylvia stepped forward, her smile radiant. "Lucas! Fancy running into you here," she said, her voice husky, her acting top notch. Lucas's eyes narrowed, annoyance etched on his face, he disliked women that weren’t Emily. "Who are you?” Sylvia smiled, a hint of bitterness in her expression, Lucas didn’t even recognize her, his one glance expressed absolutely disgust. But, she wasn’t about to let that affect her perfectly crafted plan anyways. Playing the coincidence card. "Attending a charity gala. I had no idea you were in this town."

' Sylvia thought slowly in her mind. "You think I am crazy?" "No," sylvia said sweetly. "I think you are exhausted. And dramatic. And maybe dehydrated." She shrugged. "Or maybe your imagination is ……." "I'm not imagining things…." "Oh okay but don't walk so slow," Sylvia called. "It's getting dark and I don't want people to think that you are drunk." Fallon sped up, tripping once, and Sylvia caught her elbow. "Relax. If you faint, I'm not carrying you."

He stared at me for so long I started to count in my head. “You are from the quarter district? Don’t tell anyone that at the party. We will need to make up a story. Also don’t tell anyone else that not here atleast.” He stood up as a plump woman entered the room. He smoothed his coat and a blush rose to his cheeks. “I’m sorry I interrupted.” The woman’s voice was soft. Her cantor told me she was from southern Rezzidel. “No you didn’t interrupt at all Cordelia.” Her name sounded like a purr coming from his mouth. She smiled at Miles. Then turned toward me.

Sylvia's POV “It’s good to meet you, Clara,” I said warmly as I walked alongside Clara and Azrael to the dinner table. “I’m Sylvia Moonriver. I’m looking forward to working with your family on the Ridgehaven development plan.” I offered her a hand. Clara blinked at me, as if surprised to hear me talking at all, and shook my hand limply before immediately turning back to Azrael.

Many had tried for years to figure out who owned the company; but nobody ever knew. Suddenly, it all made a sick kind of sense to me. "Syl, you never cease to amaze me." I muttered, a strange laugh bubbling up from the stress. "There's literally no telling what you'll do next." "Well, Duhh... I'm Sylvia Davis, remember?" she teased, flipping her hair back on purpose. "So... what are you going to do, Ella?" Every playfulness stripping away from her tone and dragging us back to what was really at stake.

A week had passed since Sylvia had come to Maine, she had settled into her classroom in no time and her students, especially the younger ones, were eager to learn about their teacher’s adventures before they started their lessons each morning. Sadie enjoyed having her best friend under her roof again, it was just like when they were little girls, but Sadie knew that Sylvia was still heartbroken over Phillip and she tried everything to cheer her up, but so far nothing was working. It was almost time for supper, so Sylvia was changing out of her newly tailored grey teaching dress into her favorite blue dress as she slowly smooths the fabric after putting it on as she tries to hide the result o

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas