Sylvia Sherwood Novels & Stories

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

I'm not the first, - he smiled when he saw my surprised look, - Surprised? - Well, in general, yes. It’s just that you are so, mmm, well, big, I somehow can’t imagine you with a pipette, feeding baby squirrels. This is how stereotypes are broken. I, Leah, have the gift of a helicon, communication with animals, so I feel when and what they need. I remembered: Martha had told me something about this gift, but, unfortunately, my memory was backward only that Viola had the same gift.

Alexa West glanced at the thin and ugly figure not far away and asked with a smile. "Oh, an ugly woman, let's go, otherwise she will scare you." "Don't say that, everyone is equal, you can't look at others ugly, treating them differently, you know?" "You're so kind." Rachel’s eyes twitched. Her younger sister, Alexa West, is now really a big star, and she's very bright. pretty good. Linda Park’s calls came one after the other. Rachel West said she was stopped by bodyguards and Linda Park let her figure out what to do.

We stared at her for a moment before we burst out laughing. “You look like a worm!” Thomas exclaimed, pointing at his sister. "Come on, let's get dressed. I want pancakes." I started pulling out clothes from my dresser. "Wait, Kendra, what's your wolf's name?" Lily asked, sitting up, still on the floor. "Silver." I said smiling and offered her a hand up. Lily took my hand, allowing me to haul her to her feet, and then I went back to poking through my drawers for something suitable to wear.

~Ivy I waited for a century before Morning finally came. I couldn't sleep. I was wondering. I was thinking. I was imagining what the heck Old Mrs Sylvie did to deserve such ill treatment from the person who had killed her. She used to be very nice. Made sure she completed her daily charity. If my brain isn't deceiving me, Old Mrs Sylvie spends over $300,000 every week to cater for the less privileged and also the orphans. She won the Best Woman of the Year 2023. She also won that of 2022. Too sad she died before they hosted 2024 own where Asmita Merah won.

KIRA The Hollow camp had been quieter since the raid, but not peaceful. Quiet in the Hollow never meant calm. It was the silence before the next hunt. Days had passed, yet the smell of smoke still clung to the air. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the orange glow of that farm burning, heard the screams caught in the wind. I had scrubbed my hands raw trying to wash away the scent, but it never left. It had sunk too deep. Mira, though, seemed different. Her eyes shone with a strange pride when Serana praised her before the others. Warriors clapped her on the back, calling her -The flame of the Hollow. She smiled when they did.

Alf was getting on my nerves. Even if Sylvia did not become the queen, I was still not going to allow Serena to be the one. She was a prostitute, how could anyone in their right senses make such a ridiculous decision? Serena is a mere slut who flirts with every male she sets her eyes on. I walked to the end of the hall, Sylvia who was elegantly dressed in a beautiful wine color gown, took my arm and we went around together to greet the arriving werewolves.

ARIANA'S POV Reginald’s eyes narrowed with renewed interest at my mention of Sylvia. He signaled Detective James to put away the gun, and the man complied, lowering the weapon from Nate's temple. “Who is this Sylvia?” Reginald demanded. My voice shook as I replied, “She’s the lawyer representing Winters Pharmaceuticals.”

the woman said with a smile that didn’t once leave her face, bright, practiced, and utterly flawless. Raellyn studied her for a brief moment. She had seen Sylvia countless times before, on television screens, printed across glossy magazine covers, her name mentioned in elegant fonts beneath striking headlines. In those pictures, she had looked beautiful. Sweet, even. But seeing her like this, in the quiet intimacy of her own living room, Raellyn had to admit she was more dazzling in person.