Sylvia The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Declan, who has been treating her the coldest out of all of us for the past few days, turns to her and says icily, “Explain yourself, Sylvia.” Sylvia’s eyes go slightly wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. She fusses nervously with her hands before saying, “I just think she’s run away, that’s all. She hasn’t been back and no one’s out looking for her. Why do we even care anyway? Who cares if Ollie is some northern princess or whatever?”

Sylvia’s face when she left the City Hall was still printed in his mind. It was cold and pale, and she smiled without care. He needed to look for her quickly. Right after he walked out the door, Tara got down from the couch and smashed everything she could in the living room. Her eyes were red and sinister as she screamed, “Sylvia, you b*tch! You’re a b*tch! B*tch!” She had planned everything, but Odell still chose Sylvia in the end! She refused to give in! She was unwilling!

"I noticed you're still busy working, so I made you some pastries. I'm not sure if they're to your taste." Sylvia was a middle-aged woman, but she had taken excellent care of her skin, so she looked to be in her early thirties at most. She had a gentle expression and the unique charm of a woman from Jadence. She had seductive, foxy eyes which Forrest had inherited. The arrival of Sylvia made the unsettling atmosphere even more tense. Ethan never hid his hatred toward her. "Who let you in? Get out!" Sylvia did not lash back at Ethan. Instead, she tenderly said, "Did Forrest do something wrong again? Forrest, kneel down and apologize to your brother, quick."

Sylvia stated, slowly walking towards the men. Luke rushed back to the other two and looked upon Sylvia’s nude body in front of them, with water dripping from her hair. She was a goddess from the tales of old. With a swift movement, the two women in the hands of the other men were by her side in no danger. Sylvia didn’t take much to use her cultivation strength and speed to release the two hostages.

Everyone ,in a triple of an eye, had gathered around them . "Why is she still in our pack? Isn't she the spy among us .What is she doing here? "she voiced out in anger . Amelia Looked at her and then again she was hurt . "She is one of us remember "Sylvia Tried to defend her . "She isn't,she is an outsider who is more of an ingrate.We gave her pack ,and she ended up causing problems for us "She voiced again,as she paused to look at all the other Lycans who had gathered together.

Sylvia handed that file to her minion and came closer, her blue eyes had a tint of darkness, as she spoke mysteriously. “But it doesn’t mean that I’ll forgive you for snatching my husband’s love. Zayden has never touched me still, treating me like an outsider. You’ll play for this silently, Helena!” I wanted to scream that it wasn’t my fault if her sex life was a failure, but my tongue felt heavy against the roof of my mouth. Sylvia cupped my face with her protruding claws and looked straight into my eyes. “You’ll do as I instruct, Helena Hensley…”

But as she was about to walk in the direction of the exit, a shadow moved quickly through the crowd. Sylvia had reached the front, and she wasn't there to help her father. She was filled with a crazy rage and she felt insulted by Naelis, and she couldn't take it. She reached into her dress and pulled out a small, sharp dagger. The blade glinted in the sunlight, looking very deadly. She didn't care about the guards or the Alphas watching…She only saw Naelis's back. Just as Naelis reached the edge of the circle, Sylvia suddenly rushed towards her with the dagger raised high, her face looking extremely vicious as she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Bitch! I will kill you for what you did to my

But maintained Kollin as his name to Mora so that he was not identified. Sylvia left the town hastily and started her search for Revenge. It never took long to find him when she was looking for him; he always seemed to be nearby or had told her where to search. She did not tell him what had happened, only that there was someone who wanted to speak to him when she set up the meeting. She was embarrassed at the way she had been trapped.

she heaved a sigh now. "After he beat me up one night, and I had my third miscarriage, I decided to end it all. I fled. I was hopeless. I had nowhere to go. Stranded without a cent to my name. Then I met a woman, she brought me here. Little did I know Mother had women-agents out there luring in helpless women like me here." "Yin?" Sarah inquired, indicating it was her turn. Yin sat up, hugging her teddy bear to her chest. "Well, I'm a fugitive," she confessed with a look in her eyes that revealed her guilt, and also revealed that she wasn’t entirely sorry for what she had done.

He was so focused on his work he didn't see Emily approach. For some reason, Sylvia was wearing bell-bottom sweatpants and an oversized pyjama t-shirt. This was the kind of outfit the usually fashionable lady wouldn't be caught dead in. Her style was normally impeccable, and Emily often wondered if she had a live-in hair-stylist, but this time Sylvia's hair was thrown into a messy bun barely held together by an elastic. "Thank God you're here," Sylvia said, seeing Emily. "I've been co-opted into this rustic venture, which is not really my thing."