Novelas y relatos de Sylvia Plath

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

Sylvia didn't know how long she had been asleep, when she woke up, the bright sunlight had filled the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere, and the air was still filled with the strong smell of alcohol. Sylvia looked around… Liam was nowhere to be seen! In just one night, she became his mistress? Tears rolled down, flowing down Sylvia's beautiful face, this life is really like hell, after all, she is still a student, she wants to get out of here. Looking back at her body covered in kisses, in pain from being tormented all night, Sylvia couldn't help but feel bitter. Sylvia was like someone else, not hers, in pain and despair.

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

Sylvia suggest softly. Needing privacy from the curious eyes, her pieces of memory come alive, and she goes and stands in the shadows of her living room. She looks at Sylvia but she wasn’t really seeing her. Slowly she allows the images to emerge from their hiding place. “Firstly, when I wake, I look, but I can’t see anything. Everything is in darkness, but when I blinked, a man appears. He is in a blazing inferno, right in front of me. I can see the silhouette of people in the house.” She paused, trying to comprehend her tale.

Sylvia shook her head, "N-no" Her first encounter was the day nobody was at home, so she was the only one at home and she had to sleep alone,, she was having insomnia so she went out in the middle of the night, because she couldn't sleep and she is sacred to stay alone inside the house, she walked and passed a very dark alley, someone called her from the dark alley, not her name the person said. "Hi" Sylvia stopped and looked towards the dark alley, "Please come" the person said she was not even sure if the person was a Male or a Female. She was about to walk towards them when someone suddenly approached her from behind.

"The next time you decide to be disrespectful towards me or any other person around here, I will personally see to it that your pretty head is ripped off your shoulder. Your fucking job is to ensure you make yourself look pretty enough for me to fuck however I please, but don't fucking take that as leverage, because I will fucking kill you and get a replacement within minutes" I said to her, looking at her straight in the eye so she does not think I'm bluffing. Sophia is my whore, she was adopted by my men a few years ago and I picked interest in her. She lives in one of my properties uptown under the close protection of my men.

'' Sylvia smiled. ''Okay, that's good.'' he smiled. Thirty minutes later, he was out of the house. The house felt empty without him but Sylvia knew she couldn't dwell on that. She was a succubus, she had three entities living within her and she was going to use them to the full. ''I smell pancakes.'' a voice said. Sylvia didn't need to turn around to know that it was Kathie who had arrived. She kept to her time and that was one of the reasons Sylvia loved her.

Helena’s P.O.V. “Sylvia has attacked?” My world seemed to exist right after this news, it was simply out of my teeny tiny mind that how did a terminally ill patient recover so fast? As for the record, Sylvia had lost the proper functioning of her brain after childbirth, doctors diagnosed it as trauma and PTSD. But when I examined her, she was broken beyond repair, her obsession for Zayden had seriously injured her soul. Then how the hell did that happen?

“How can you say that? I did nothing but be a problem for Ray.” Sylvia’s shoulders relaxed and she looked into the space as if running back to some old memory. “I remember how painful it was to always go through torture every single day. At one point, I wanted to kill myself.” I flicked my head up at her with wide eyes, “Oh, Sylvia, no! That would be a wrong thing for you to do.” She nodded with a smile. “I know. But I didn’t believe in myself and just wanted to end things. The only thing that kept me going was my mother. But you gave me strength and hope, my lady.” She said and kneeled before me.

She had failed to protect the life that had trusted her to keep it safe. And when there were no more screams left in her, when her tears had burned her eyes dry, Sylvia sank into a hollow, suffocating silence. Now she merely sobbed in soft, broken gasps, her body trembling with exhaustion and despair. Her gaze turned vacant, as if the light in her soul had flickered out, leaving her a fragile shell of the woman she once was.