Sylvia Likens Story Novels & Stories

“It’s fine, he is just too enthusiastic sometimes.” Exhausted, she collapsed on the windowsill, bracing her knees. I sat beside her. “Well, I guess you did as I told.” Jo nodded, still inspecting us from head to toe. Now that she was able to differentiate every detail it must be quite a sight. “Good, now then we can talk about your future.” the affirmation made her shrink. “It’s useless to say that you’re not in the human world anymore. Um- well-” fuck we should’ve waited for Rosalind. “Look, I don’t know how to say it easier for you to take, so- from what we know you made a contract with a fairy, a gnome to be exact, in exchange for a wish. Jade killed the gnome and rescued you and many oth

Sylvia would become nothing more than an uncomfortable memory, and my position would be secure. But just as I was savoring the impending victory, a commotion broke out in the crowd. People raised their heads and spoke in hushed tones. I looked around, not knowing what was happening, and asked Sarah, "What's going on? What are people talking about?" Sarah looked at me with a troubled expression but didn't say anything. "Tell me, hurry." My face must have looked grim. "They say Luna- Sylvia is about to arrive." I felt a chill run through my heart. "It's Sylvia again, that woman, that damn bitch. Every time, just before I'm about to succeed, she ruins it for me."

I shook my head and stuffed the notice deep into my drawer as I replied, "No, it was just a routine talk." "That's great," Sylvia said, letting out a sigh of relief. Then, she said encouragingly, "Don't lose heart, Lav. There's still time before the mock exam. I'll help you study. Hope is not lost yet." Sylvia had always been like this. She was kind and perfect, like a bright sun that never went out. In contrast, I was the darkest, filthiest shadow beneath her light. I climbed onto my bed and pulled the curtain shut, curling up in the darkness. Sleepiness washed over me like a tide and instantly swallowed me whole.

He got into the car as if he was in a hurry and as if he was an army cadet he remained straight in his seat and in silence, after descending the hill we took the road that leads to emergencias. We arrived at the parking lot and the silence that had remained in Yin was broken. — You've got a crack. I looked at him with a strange face because I did not understand what he meant. — Quartered... For what... — Hope you forget that when you come in to attend to you they will ask you what happened to you. — So what... I just guess I'll tell the truth. — Hope, if you say it was a group of people on campus, you'll get in more trouble. You forget Linda is the spoiled girl on campus, plus you might get

Or Pamna? That was enough thinking. I went back to the Narimac. Sylvia knew. Somehow, just from looking at my face, she knew. - "Tell me what happened." she said. I did. I told her all of it. Sylvia might be a creature from another dimension, but she was a remarkably good listener. When I had related the whole story, she asked what she could do to help. The answer to that, of course, was nothing. She couldn't leave the building.

That was too straightforward! **Sylvia's POV** Oh my God! That question! I'm stuck… She's just a child. I can't answer. I don't want to lie to her. How will she take it? I'm a witch and I love her. If she leaves, I'll kill myself. *** “Are you sure you want to know?” Sylvia asked. “Yes, i want to know, please” “Huh…” She tried again. “ Yes, it's one of my gifts…”

“In case you haven’t noticed, um. It sucks.” “How did you two end up like that, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sylvia’s eyes flutter half-shut in thoughtful reflection. “We’d always been fairly close as kids,” she replies. “Before he was Beta, he was the old Beta’s son. And I was, you know. The princess.” She shrugs. “I always thought we might be mates. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, I found out for sure.” “And after that?” Sylvia smiles, but it’s sad, tinged with nostalgia. “We were almost something when we were younger,” she says quietly. “We were so happy when we found out we were mates, but then it just–well.”

The silence was warm and comfortable and I realized I could remain in this spot forever, basking in the love and support of these two couples who saw their lost daughter in me. “Do you want to talk about it?” Patrick’s thick fatherly voice broke the silence and I turned my head to them, a smile tickling my lips as I saw the buff elderly man, gently running his hand over his wife’s head. They were such a lovely couple and looking at Lydia’s face was like staring into a mirror. That’s how much Sylvia resembled her mother. Suddenly the smile fell from my face as i realized i would never have this. I was about to shake my head in negation when i glanced at Lydia again and found her looking at me

Sylvia clung tightly to Nox's hand, but a guard kicked her away without pity. "Sylvie! Save me! Sylvie, save me!" Nox's desperate cries echoed through the square and gradually faded. Sylvia sat collapsed on the ground, her eyes empty, as if her soul had been taken. She could not understand it. She clearly believed herself to be the heroine favored by fate. How had the story become like this? I walked to her and looked down at her. "Sylvia, your good days have only just begun." I said it softly, in a voice only the two of us could hear.

“What you mean, darling? Sylvia asked, donning her robe to cover her body. With tears in her eyes, she looked up at Sylvia and only muttered one word. “Blake.” Sylvia stopped what she was doing and froze. She had forgotten in the heat of their passion about her cousin and what he had gone through with Claire’s betrayal. Sylvia thought for a moment and finally answered. “Leave it to me to explain. He knows my seductive condition, and I’m sure he will understand. If he’s to hate someone, it should be me.” Sylvia said, sitting back on the edge of the bed, moving Sara’s red hair out from her face and gently caressing her cheek for comfort.