Sylvia Likens Story Novels & Stories

“Unfortunately, by the time he found the diary, mum had already grown attached to Luyando.” “What about you? You never suspected that she could have lied about her father? We never got to talk about your reaction when your dad revealed that he had read her diary.” “I never suspected anything of course,” he answered. “I was just as shocked as my mother that day. but after knowing Lulu for so many years, I think both my mother and I looked at the whole thing as simply Luyando’s desperation to be loved by someone.

"What kind of person is she? Provi was smiling and winking at me. It was as if to say, he wasn't going to believe anything his sister would say. "Well she's a gold digger for once! She can't get Gen, so now she's after you! Maybe if she didn't get fired from the company, she'll be vouching for the CEO's seat! Provi and I started laughing. "Such a bad joke Connie!" "What did that witch feed you that you would believe her more than you believe me? " '"Watch your language!" Provi ended the call as he sensed it was making me feel uncomfotable .Right on cue!

Sylvia and Luna were both out for blood, determined to kill the other no matter what. Regardless, this was Luna's territory, and she had the home-ground advantage. Hence, Sylvia had no choice but to retreat with me. After taking a dizzying number of turns, we ended up hiding in a small alleyway. Sylvia had taken a bullet to the stomach, yet she was still reassuring me. "Don't be scared. I'll definitely take you home with me." I simply stared at her silently as memories of our past together played in my mind. At last, I sighed and said, "Sylvia, I've already told you that there was no going back for us. The moment you fell in love with Wilson, this was our fated ending."

They drink tea and argue about interest rates and the management decisions of people they both know, and Eleanor laughs — actually laughs, not the polite contained version — at least once per visit. "She likes him," Sylvia tells me afterward, clearing away the tea things with an expression of quiet satisfaction. "Eleanor likes everyone she respects," I say. "No." Sylvia gives me the look she reserves for statements she finds imprecise. "She tolerates most people she respects. Sometimes she even admires them. Liking is different. Liking is warmer. It is reserved for very few." She sets the tray down and straightens. "She likes Mr. Carrington." Another pause. "She likes you as well. In case

The color drained from his face. His mouth opened slightly, like he was searching for words, but nothing came out. I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I rolled up my sleeve and held out my arm, showing him the scar on my wrist. "You probably didn't know this, but when you first sent me to the countryside, I fell into depression. "I tried to end my life more than once. "There were so many times I thought I wouldn't make it. "But I pulled through. And I met someone who truly loves me."

She said, although I could see she was searching for a way to narrate whatever had happened in the cave. “Just like that?” Frederick asked slowly, and she looked up. “I need rest.” She replied, looking around, although I knew it was just her way of avoiding the question she would still have to answer. “How did you do it?” Ralph asked her, and she gave a sigh, but didn't reply. Sylvia seemed to keep on sobbing. “I'll tell you how I did it.” She said, looking at Sylvia's shaking hands. She did reply and it seemed like she was having a hard time speaking too.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Sylvia asked, and I squinted my brows. "I mean, yesterday I heard Drake talking about his mark getting inflamed. He said he can't believe you would open your legs for other men so soon. He was quite angry and even said he would mate with Liv during the coming blue moon," Sylvia said, and I felt my heart ache at her words.

“Who told you?” Those words echoed across the garden as Sylvia’s face drained off all color. She glanced down at her trembling hands and her lips parted as she moved to speak, “I heard the rumor from a friend, who said she heard it from someone she trusted,” Sylvia finally spoke up, her voice cracking as she did, “The friend said she saw you herself, that she followed you one night as you walked towards the human quarters and watched you get into the arms of a human male.”

" She scoffed. And also climbed up to her bed, covered herself up with the duvet, and for a while, there was silence in the darkness. “I had lost my virginity to him. Last year” Sylvia suddenly spoke up, her voice heard in the darkness. “I fell in love with him as I grew up. He was mean, fearless, and handsome. I thought giving him my body would win his cold heart but in the end, I figured he never had a heart, to begin with. I a just like the rest of the girls that throw themselves at him. And I couldn't tell my Nonna because I know she wouldn't let it slide."