Sylvia Sherwood Novels & Stories

she muttered aloud. But when she saw the name Jane again, her interest peaked. She tapped into Lucy’s profile and confirmed it—Lucy Crestwell. Daniel’s wife. Jane’s sister. An assemblyman’s wife is texting me? A thrill ran through her. “Well, I’ll win her over,” Sylvia whispered to herself. She quickly replied: > “My name is Sylvia Wayne, PR Manager at Orlov Empire. And yes, I can help you with that. But please, do not let her know. As much as I don’t like what she did to you, I can’t risk losing my job.”

She was on the bed, already awake, her back against a pile of pillows, in her usual grey nightie, scrolling through her iPad and adding things to her online shopping cart like it was a full-time job, like nothing on earth mattered. “Sylvia,” I said, trying—I really tried—to keep my voice steady. She didn’t bother looking up. “What?” “What did you say to—” But she snapped her head toward me, eyes sharp, voice dripping venom. “Say to who? You want to support her now, right? Of course. Of course you do.” I stopped. I hadn’t even mentioned any name. Yet she brought it up instantly. I’d come to ask about Laurel Madison, one of the investor’s daughters… But clearly Sylvia had her own narrative run

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

She made her way out of the room as soon as she was done, heading towards the living room to see both Brett and Remus ready. ''You look hot!'' Remus whistled. Strapped in a black body con shirt over black cargo pants, Sylvia did look pretty. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving her face the attractive feel it always had. She had no makeup on because she didn't see the need. She was going to the wharf to fight and not to flirt or dance. ''Get your eyes off of my friend.'' Brett seethed. ''Sorry boss, too late.'' Remus smiled.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

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.

I smiled, “Then please call me Sylvie. No need for formalities.” Just then a cute woman with black hair in a messy bun bounced up to me, “Are you Luke’s mate?” I chuckled because her smile and bouncy attitude is infectious, “I am. My name is Sylvie. What is yours?” She smiled, “I am Sarah. I am so happy to meet you! I haven’t ever seen a smile that huge on Prince Luke’s face!” Then she turned to the crowd, “Hey! Everyone! This is Prince Luke’s mate, Princess Sylvie!” My face and neck immediately turned bright red at the embarrassment of her announcement. Luke put his arm around me and chuckled as he whispered in my ear, “We are very informal in Hartsel.” I chuckled, “I can tell.”

Jade stammered as she wanted to beat Tyler to it, afraid that he would tell the truth. "Oh, I see," Sylvia's lips curled up in a malicious smile. Tyler stubbornly held her hand and wouldn't let go. Sylvia narrowed her eyes and said, "You look familiar to me…" Sylvia paused for a moment and her eyes went wide as she recalled who was the man with Jade. "You're Tyler Zimmerman," Sylvia couldn't hold back from her excitement. "Jade, you didn't tell me you are friends with Tyler Zimmerman, I am a fan of his fiancée, the well known ballerina Sophia Ludwig," she blurted out, not minding Jade's pale face.