Sylvia Intermezzo Novels & Stories

Sylvia was still wearing her swimsuit; Crystal was sprawled on the bed with Sylvia’s forefinger and thumb on her clit as her middle and ring fingers were deep inside her, massaging with what little material covered her womanhood being pushed aside. “Ahh, ahh, oh god, Oh God, OH GOOOOD!” Crystal yelled, not noticing the three’s arrival while bulking her hips to the rhythm of Sylvia’s hand. “The negotiations are going well, I see,” Blake said, interrupting Sylvia’s rhythm, causing the two women to come to their senses. “If I were to have an audience, I would have performed better,” Sylvia said, smiling at the trio as Crystal tried to compose herself, returning her swimsuit to its proper place.

He asked, "Lil Syl, are you free at noon? I'll treat you to lunch." Sylvia was stunned. 'He wants to eat together again?' She replied, "Didn't you already treat me last time? There's no need to treat me anymore." Edmund said, "That won't do. I said that I'll treat you to ten meals." Sylvia typed, "There's really no need." Edmund replied, "Are you at home now? I'll pick you up later." Sylvia quickly said, "I'm not at home. I'm at an exhibition outside."

“By the way, don’t go home with anyone tonight…no matter what they offer you.” “I—I wouldn’t do that.” I sputtered, having chose that moment to take a sip of champagne. Her expression wasn’t entirely convinced. “Just making sure…some of these men are animals, and I mean that in the worst of ways.” Conversation dwindled to a quiet murmur when Sylvia took to the center of the room, a small microphone in her hand. Even buzzed from the endless stream of champagne shoved into our hands, she looked classy and elegant in a dress of crème colored silk.

Maybe she’s been dying for someone to talk to this whole time. As our spar comes to a close, Sylvia runs up behind me and grabs my neck lightly. “You’re not very focused today,” she says with a bubbly laugh, wiping the beads of sweat from her brow. Her ponytail bounces with every graceful step she takes. “What’s on your mind?” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Gamma Everly watching the two of us chat. She’s watching from the side, and she looks less than impressed. Clearly, I haven’t been hiding my distractedness well if they’ve both been able to pick up on it.

Sylvia didn't say anything at first but she knew she couldn't just sit back and watch a bimbo seduce her husband when she was still alive and even when the waitress walked away to get their food, she gave Remus a sultry smile. ''I'll get her.'' Sylvia seethed. ''What has come over you.'' Remus laughed. He had never seen Sylvia look so scorned in her entire life. It just seemed like she was about to bring the ending of the whole world to the surface of this earth. ''Oh nothing.'' she smiled sweetly. Remus gave her an amused look that didn't quite reach his eyes and Sylvia smiled back innocently. The last thing she was going to do was to tell her what she had planned.

" Sylvia was a pro at manipulation and gaslighting. As tears streamed down her face, she truly looked like a wronged saint. In a cold and steady voice, I said, "What if I produce evidence?"

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

Several people paused mid-conversation just to watch her gracefully walk toward the DelValle family. “Madame Meryl, Master Lucas,” Sylvia greeted elegantly as she approached them. “Welcome, Sylvia,” Meryl replied warmly with a smile. “It’s nice seeing you again.” Lucas merely nodded politely while remaining mostly silent beside his wife. “It’s wonderful to be here, Madame,” Sylvia responded sweetly. “I honestly wanted to witness the moment Ethan finally found the person destined for him.” Meryl smiled fondly. “Yes,” she answered warmly. “Our Belle is very special.” However, the moment Meryl finished speaking, her sharp eyes caught the brief flicker of hostility that passed through Sylvia’s g

he smiled, “here we are.” “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier. Forgive Greg too.” “No, my lady,” he said gently. “Please rest. Don’t worry too much.” Then he paused. “Tell me about yourself.” “Me?” “Yes.” “There’s nothing special about me.” “Anything at all.” “I’m Sylvia Johnson. Daughter of Raymond Johnson. I married Greg after school… and now my marriage is falling apart because his first love returned.” “Can I help you?” he asked.“Can I help you?” he asked.

Sylvia froze when she saw me, her eyes narrowing. “So, you really are here…” she muttered with a look of disgust, glancing between Devin and me. “I assume nothing scandalous is going on between you two? That would be despicable because he’s your daughter’s husband.” “Well, it's nice to see you again, Sylvia. Your mind is still as dirty as ever. No wonder you’re still single with that personality of yours. You should tone down your rudeness a bit,” I said with a smile, though I was already irritated. I placed the tray on the center table and sat beside Devin. “Now, let’s talk about his art and not about me.” She merely rolled her eyes at me, and the two of them began their discussion.