Sylvie Cosplay

Sylvie was willing to risk everything. She knew that the craziest thing she had done was to love Lucas Wright, the man who deceived her and disappeared from her life after his pack attacked her pack and killed her father. Years passed and Sylvie had learned to close her heart to any men. But then Ray Howard came into the picture and captured her cold and distant heart. As she investigated the incident seventeen years ago, Ray extended a hand to her and promised he would help her bring justice to what happened to her former pack. Would his patience, presence, and kindness become a way to thaw her frozen heart? What would happen if Lucas Wright returned to her life and found out he had a son with Sylvie and She hid the child from him for several years? Would Lucas help Sylvie get the justice she had been seeking for the innocent lives lost in that incident? And who would Sylvie choose? Ray, who had been by her side almost lost everything after he chose her, defying his parent’s orders. Or Lucas, who came back to redeem himself after he betrayed Sylvie and their child?

On the surface, Connor Shaw appears to be the coolheaded, celibate follower of the Fyerian faith who lives like a monk. All of Jewelton knows that about him. Behind closed doors, however, he suffers from a severe case of compulsive sexual disorder. According to the traditions of the merpeople, a mermaid like Sylvie Waverly will have to marry the first human she meets and perform the ultimate act of intimacy 999 times. Masquerading as a lovesick doormat, Sylvie does everything she can to marry Connor. However, the only one in Connor's heart is Anna Larson, his first love. Everyone assumes Sylvie will get jealous, but all she wants is to complete her mission as soon as possible and return to her own world. Once Connor has bedded her 999 times, Sylvie leaves him without a second thought. By the time Connor realizes Sylvie is the mermaid who saved him all those years ago and that she alone can cure him of his compulsive sexual disorder, it is all too late.

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.

Adele has fallen under a mate spell, cast by the warlock/werebear, Dune. As her thoughts are plagued by the news that her mother, Princess Sylvie of the Werebear Kingdom, needs a kidney transplant worries her, Dune becomes abusive when she won't let go of her family. As she tries to reach her family, her brothers and father call in the alliance to find and rescue her. This leads to a war to eliminate the dark warriors. Will Adele find her destined mate when all of this is over? Will Princess Sylvie live to receive a kidney transplant? Is Adele destined to live broken and alone for the rest of her life? TRIGGER WARNING: This book does contain some domestic abuse.

Mon Alpha fiancé m'a fait boire une potion de mémoire de sorcière le jour de notre cérémonie d'union pour qu'il puisse s'unir à ma demi-sœur. « Sylvie est sous une malédiction vicieuse. Seul un lien avec un Alpha puissant peut la briser. » « Aria, tu es la seule que j'aime. Je ne veux pas te faire de mal, alors si tu bois cette potion de mémoire, tu oublieras temporairement la personne que tu aimes le plus. Une fois que j'aurai aidé Sylvie à briser sa malédiction, tu pourras prendre l'antidote et retrouver tes souvenirs. » « Ensuite, je romprai le lien avec Sylvie et je ferai de toi la Luna la plus honorée de notre tribu. » Je n'ai pas hésité. J'ai bu toute la potion d'un trait. Mais il ne savait pas que la sorcière n'avait jamais créé d'antidote correspondant. Dans sept jours, je l'oublierais pour toujours.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

Sylvie s'est installée à nouveau au siège passager de la voiture de Lucien. Je n'en étais ni énervée ni protestée. J'ai simplement ouvert la portière arrière et me suis installée à côté de Dimitri, cousin de Lucien. Lorsque la voiture secouait, mon genou a effleuré sa cuisse ferme et tendue. J'ai délibérément choisi de ne pas me déplacer, et lui non plus. Nous avons fait une pause à une station-service. Sylvie a insisté pour que Lucien l'accompagne aux toilettes. Quand la porte de la voiture s'est refermée derrière eux, Dimitri a saisi ma nuque et m'a embrassée. Perdue dans ce baiser, je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de penser : il est vrai que la trahison peut déclencher une sorte d'extase mentale indescriptible.

Six années de mariage… seulement des étreintes fiévreuses la nuit, jamais une once de tendresse en plein jour. Sylvie l'a aimé de tout son cœur, avec une dévotion presque aveugle. Mais leur fille, n'a jamais eu le droit de l'appeler « papa », tandis que le fils de l'autre femme, a été choyé sur ses genoux. Toute la famille a traité ce fils adoptif comme un héritier précieux, pendant que leur fille a été considérée comme une tache honteuse à cacher. Ce n'est qu'en payant le prix ultime - sa vie et celle de sa fille - qu'elle a compris. Il a signé sans hésiter leurs documents de crémation, puis il a assisté au banquet organisé pour le retour de son grand amour. Ce jour-là, elle a réalisé : un cœur sincère ne s'échange pas contre un autre, et les êtres froids et égoïstes n'en ont simplement pas. Que le ciel ait pitié…Revenant à la vie, Sylvie a juré de de tirer un trait définitif sur ce mariage fait d'humiliations. Dans sa vie précédente, elle avait abandonné ses études pour devenir femme au foyer en dévouant corps et âme à sa famille. Cette nouvelle vie, elle a déposé sans hésiter les papiers du divorce et a pris sa fille pour l'arracher à ce marécage. Et puis, elle a repris sa carrière, déterminée à retrouver son éclat d'antan, à reconquérir les sommets ! La première semaine après le départ de Sylvie, Alain a cru qu'elle faisait juste un caprice. Le premier mois, il n'a pas pris la peine de s'en soucier et l'a laissée faire. Mais des jours plus tard, alors qu'il assistait à un sommet réunissant l'élite de son milieu, il l'a revue. Sylvie, rayonnante, au sommet du podium. Sylvie, s'est concentrée sur sa carrière. Sa fille, s'est mise en tête de lui trouver un nouveau papa. L'homme a perdu toute raison. Alain Chéron, toujours si froid, si arrogant, qui n'a jamais plié devant personne, s'est jeté au-devant de Sylvie. La voix tremblante : « Chérie, je t'en supplie… Est-ce que tu pourrais m'aimer encore une fois ? »

An ancient prophecy, a lost princess and a handsome prince. What more could anyone ask for? Meet Sylvie, your average, if not slightly more than averagely clumsy waitress. She lives a quiet uneventful life until Xander unexpectedly comes crashing into it. Join the two of them in the struggle against the demon lord for the fate of the world. Is everything as it seems or does fate have some dark twists in store for our heroes?

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."