Sylvia Sherwood Novels & Stories

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

She can lead this once. I am naturally intrigued by Sincere Rose, only because of her genetic make-up and DNA. Shifters are still a mystery in some ways, and I was happy to have the chance to come face to face with one. Sitting here, across from this woman now, there was another mystery arising, something else that piqued my interest, and it was the way she was avoiding eye contact.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

Flattering without being seductive. Like I had already said, the last thing I wanted was to give this man the wrong idea. I knew it was practically impossible, but I didn’t want to give sexual favors in return for this money. I was not desperate like that. Maybe I would consider it in a future time, but definitely not now. After pulling out the shoes I was going to wear—low heels—I went to the bathroom. Shower time was always scared to me, but I found myself rushing it. I already knew I was going to be late but I didn’t want to reach even later than I was originally supposed to.

As her ugly face, caked in makeup, formed a twisted smile, her tongue licked her notably large lips. “Lord Evals Redart will also be there. It’s a shame he hardly visits this place. I miss him…” Sylvia's fondness for Evals bordered on obsession. She often had dirty thoughts like a common whore, and dressed as one too. Unfortunately, she wasn’t blessed with the looks necessary to complete the equation. Sylvia was very ugly, and her body lacked the right proportions that made a woman incredibly attractive to men. That was why, despite slowly reaching her expiration date, she had yet to settle down.

“No, I have never met her before today. She just… rubbed me off wrong.” My mind spins at a million miles a second, fast enough to catch the white lie the moment it leaves his lips. Sylvia is amongst the top five sports influencers in Canada. I don’t think there’s any Canadian hockey player who doesn’t know her. I open my mouth to argue but the words die in my throat when Ethan gives my hand a gentle tug. Caught off guard, I stumble forward with a soft gasp, only to be caught by a strong arm that slides around my waist.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Adams was trying to resist whatever was trying to drain his life out of him as he struggled inside Ashton. "What is it, Adams?" Ashton asked. "Where are we?" Adams asked. "In some kind of cell. I guess it is filled with mountain ash!" Ashton said. The guard who had brought him only pushed him into the cell from a distance. He then used some special switch to close the door. Mountain Ash was a special substance that could be used to trap wolves. Any wolf that was trapped using the mountain ash would never break free because the moment they tried, they will feel like every born in their body had been electrocuted.