Sylvia Sherwood Novels & Stories

She introduced. Everyone gasped except me off course I'd already suspected that she was a witch. “Who is the chosen one?” Kevin asked. I shook my head at his stupid question and wondered if he heard all that nerdy nerd has been saying since. “Sylvia is the chosen one and she is in trouble!!” She replied. “What do you mean by she is in trouble?” Tess asked moving forward. "She is in heat right now and she needs her mate, only his touch can calm her!!”She explained looking at me.

Sylvia’s face darkened with fury while remembering her mortification, she ordered sternly. “Come forward and lick my shoes. You don’t deserve a speck of respect after humiliating me in the whole Werewolf Community.” Shadow moved from his spot and bowed his head in submission, but a commanding voice stopped him. “Enough is enough, Sylvia. Shadow, raise now and drink this.” Dressed in a topless blue gown, Sylvia’s aunt entered the room, carrying a glass of medicine. Shadow hardly collected himself and stood up, his burnt hands were shaking as he received that life-saving liquid.

Even though Cathy had made it clear, Ivy still couldn’t believe it. The four of them had been friends for many years. “Ivy’s kindness towards us only serves to belittle us. Look at Sherry. If we upset her, I’m afraid we’ll only end up worse,” Cathy sighed. “It’s Sherry’s fault too. It doesn’t matter that she tried to seduce Dylan secretly; what matters is that she dared to go to his company and act openly. Selena Sylvia has already gained widespread acceptance as Mrs. Dylan Edward. However, she has now committed this act against Sherry.”

Elaine shook her head, signaling Sylvia not to worry. Unaware of the situation, Sylvia went to the kitchen and squeezed a glass of orange juice before returning to the sofa. She sat down and spoke absentmindedly, trying to make conversation. "By the way, Elaine, I heard there's a famous designer competition recently. Would you like to participate?"

Sylvia loved money. As she sat on her chair, piles of Coins were arranged to form towers before her. There were quite a few Bronze Coin Towers, a couple made up of Silver Coins, and finally… … A Golden Coin Tower! Her face beamed with joy like that of a child playing with their favorite toy. Sylvia had dark ebony skin, black hair, and intense black eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Sylvia’s dark irises showed nothing, prompting many to call her soulless.

Cream painted walls glistened with a brush of gold flecks stressing the Lycan Kings fortune. The witch moved quickly up the staircase that was made of amazon rosewood- which is exotic and rare- and embedded in diamonds. Portraits of Lycans during war clung to the walls. Some large and others small. I ask, "And your name is?" The witch glances at me and smiles slightly. "Sophia Storm," she introduces, taking a left up the stairs and walking down a corridor. Nia stirs within me, my ears now perked and nose held high, sensing something. Danger? No, her reaction would be different. I sniffed the air, my eyes drifting shut to feel what she is sensing, and I found it.

I say moving forward to hug Lily tight. As we wrap up Luna business that she had to share with me, she heads out to complete some to do lists before she leaves us. Between Colby leaving and Lily getting ready to leave, I am feeling a little overwhelmed with sadness. Needing to shake it off, I decide to take Shelby and go for a run along our borders to patrol with our warriors.

Fucking kill me! Sylvia is every girl's dream shopping companion, at least to those who can afford her. The trunk of the car is filled with carton bags from high end brands; Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton etcetera. The minute I showed the sales girl the card, her eyes practically lit up, suddenly I was 'Ms. Torres,' escorted to a private room lined with champagne and clothes. Guess money really does talk, or maybe Dante's card did the talking for me.

But it took Tina these many years to realize that. "Don't you dare to call me by that name again" Tina thundered angrily. David jumped a little with fright. "What?" he whispered with surprise. "You heard me. It's Lady Tina for you" she said in a cold voice, which is enough to freeze him on the spot. "I, Tina Wimbledon, the current lady of the Magic Plane, punish David Brooks for the charges of kidnapping, assault, and treachery against the earth beings," Tina said loud and clear for everyone around them to hear.

The woman rolled her eyes, then still smirking, walked out of the kitchen they were in. Shanelle grimaced as she felt the sting from her wound. She tightly gripped the side of the sink when she felt dizzy. Her surroundings slowly darkened until she completely collapsed and lost consciousness. *** HE LIED. ELVIN lied to Shanelle. What he told her was not true. Yes, he has bipolar, but with the help of mood stabilizers and therapy, he had recovered from that illness. However, he still hadn't moved on from Savannah's death. That accident was etched in his mind, and it was indeed unforgettable. All he could do when that dark past struck him again was to make himself angry. In doing so, he would