Sylvia Sherwood 소설 & 이야기

Perfect! Sarah despises drinking or smoking. Not due to her culture, but due to her own virtue. The idea of losing self-awareness because of a fizzy drink down her throat doesn’t sit well with her and so, she doesn’t spend a dime on this indulgence and certainly has no related health concerns. The downside is, she is the driver on Saturday nights and responsible for hauling the entire group to their car. Compared to her friends, she is definitely more mature and opinionated.

I opened my mouth to say something to Lyra, to ask her one last time if she truly believed in me as worthy of being her Luna. But then, a little movement flickered at the edge of my vision. From a dim corner of the hall, a figure emerged with a grace that was too calculated to be casual. Sylvia. Her golden hair gleamed in the lantern light, her lips curled into the kind of smile that looked more like possession than kindness. She stepped forward, her eyes locked on mine, ignoring Lyra entirely. “Crystal,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “There’s something important I need to discuss with you. Privately”

And just like what she usually do, she puts out her notebook and her book and started studying for their upcoming Science quiz. "Hi, there! Can I share a table with you?" she heard someone asking her. Emilia looks up, and she immediately saw Chelsea Diver, a senior student who're really famous at their school. She is famous for being the youngest Mademoiselle titleholder, where she won when she was still a freshman student. "Of course! Please take a seat." Emilia smilingly offered. "Thanks! I just need to do some last-minute changes on my thesis." Chelsea relayed.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

"We can see you're not as pretty because we're your parents, Ella. Strangers can't tell you two apart! Enough of this, you're going to switch schools with Jen!" Out of the blue, Jennifer said, "Mom, Dad, Ella's got a point. What if the university uses fingerprint scans for ID checks?" Our parents exchanged anxious glances. "What's the matter, Jen? You're not thinking of backing out, are you?" Jennifer grinned. "No way. However, we've got to figure something out. "Hey, Mom, I heard sulfuric acid can wipe out fingerprints. Maybe we should test it on Ella?" Sulfuric acid?

she said warmly before finally heading out of the guest room Sylvia was staying in. Sylvia heaved a massive sigh of relief as the door clicked shut. "Finally. That woman is a total chatterbox." She immediately began pacing the room, snapping photos of the crystal chandeliers and the view for her socials, tagging them: Living the large life. In her mind, she was already done with school. She hadn't come to the city to study; she had come to change her story. And she knew books wouldn't do that, but a powerful man would.

Then turned toward me. “Hi I’m Cordelia Livendel. I am here to start teaching and watching a child?” Her soft brown eyes landed on Cedar. “I was just getting to that part.” Miles seemed very flustered. “Cordelia here will be Mr. Cedar’s nanny while you are here. You have to start dance lessons, history lessons, and try to remember key aristocrats.” It was the first time since I had met him that Miles rushed in his speech. “He doesn’t like to be away from me.” I said to Cordelia. She smiled making her way over. She knelt down in front of Cedar. Her pretty face scrunched into a silly gesture.

she boasted. "Classy," I mumbled under my breath, knowing that Luca could hear. "I'll see you around, Ella, and SpongeBob or whatever your name is," she said before marching off in her high heels. "Rude," Luca grumbled. "It's Ernesto Ludwig Weasley-Squarepants." I choked on my final fry and had to use my remaining lemonade to wash it down. "But really? Weasley-Squarepants? What kind of messed up, perverted Ron and SpongeBob breeding process is involved in producing a child with that surname? And ringworms? Where the fuck did that one come from?" He questioned.

She couldn't keep talking because of the laughter, but knowing that wasn't all, I turned around to the stairs’ direction as fast as I could. "Let's see, idiot, don't let us talking to your filthy back.” she countered, following me, "Did you know she's stopped dating incredibly handsome and wealthy guys because of you?” I stopped at that and turned to see her without being able to hide the surprise “don’t get excited, sperm whale” she continued with slanted eyes “don’t think that’s because she sees you with different eyes, but because she feels sorry for you, she said it herself, right, Hill?” The aforesaid nodded like a lapdog “Liv is afraid that if she separates from you for a day, you’ll c

she says amorously as she nears Jerk. No, Scarlet! I shout, but of course she doesn’t hear me. My pleas fall on deaf ears. She lifts her dress up enough to expose her slim figure, taking Jerk’s rough hand and placing it on her torso. Wickedly, Jerk laughs and, lifting her up, sets her down on the table. “Have you been taken this way, Shayle?” She blushes, shaking her head bashfully. I can see not the slightest bit of discomfort in her eyes. Her face flushes, but not because she is embarrassed. She is excited. I can see it all in her eyes.