Sylvie Epithet Erased Novels & Stories

It was something else that was talking to me. “Alright now, let's quit with the charades. Let Elias go.” I said, feeling anger surge within me. They were the two people I loved most, and the demon was toying with them. Sylvia never did anything wrong, and had always been kind, innocent and sweet. How could it dare to saint her innocence, and corrupt her? She looked at me like she couldn't comprehend my language. “I said, let Elias go.” I said, strongly. “Let…” She began, then burst into laughter. “Let Elias go? Why shoud I do that? Tell me why I should do that. Come on. Give me one reason.”

He tried again, but the name already felt foreign on his tongue. Silas reached the pillar. The names restored moments before were still visible, save for one blank space among them. He touched the stone where Eliane’s name had vanished. “This isn’t a normal erasure.” Helena looked at him. “What’s different about it?” “The Editors erased records. They could destroy written evidence, alter memories within the network, make someone hard to trace, but they couldn’t wipe a person from living memory this completely.” Rhea leaned against the wall. “Looks like our charming visitor has upgraded her technique.”

I hung up. Sylvie called me while I was on the way back to my childhood home. "I'll be back tomorrow. Are you excited to see me?" Finally! I happily answered, "Of course. I'll send you my location." "It's okay. The Terratons are very famous. I know their—I mean, your childhood home." I heard the teasing in her voice. I frowned. "You found out?" "Just now," Sylvie answered calmly. I never told anyone about my family, not even to Sophie. Even when she asked, I told her my family was small business owners. Not like she would look into it anyway.

“I can manage this on my own..It is not something to see a doctor for. Just a minor issue!” Ethan heaved a heavy sigh. Maybe a sigh of relief. He finally took a bite of his favourite roasted eel with fried vegetables. “So, what is the minor issue?” He asked, taking yet another bite. I sipped my wine. “It's about Old Mrs Sylvie!” “Mrs Sylvie?” Ethan asked, ceasing from taking another bite. “You meant Lysander's Grandma? What is it about her?” Then he continued chewing his meal. “She didn't die a natural death!” I responded, my voice sharp but low. “Old Mrs Sylvie was killed! She was killed by someone! A woman!”

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.”

"I think I am. Or I already am.' There was another pause. "Okay," Liana said, forcing a lightness that didn’t quite land. "Who is he?" Sylvie didn’t answer right away. Liana listened, as if she was afraid of what silence might confirm. "It’s not that nonsense ex of yours, right? The one who told he dated you because of your family name and connections? Please tell me it’s not him, Sylvie. I swear I will personally..." "No," Sylvie cut in quickly. "No, not him. Not at all."

“That’s why you believed the forged bloodline test results she handed you. That’s why you convinced yourself I was my mother’s betrayal made flesh.” “You knew they had a hand in her death, and still you signed the settlement. You helped erase the trail. You even paid off that man’s debts.” Then I leaned forward slightly. “But do you know the cruelest part?” “Sylvie is the one who was never yours.” He froze. For a heartbeat, even his rage went silent. I continued. “Her real father was never some uncle.” “He was her mother’s lover. Her childhood companion. The man she kept beside her all along.”

No reason for them to see the half typed message to Sylvie that was displayed there. “What?” The smirks on their faces told him that they wanted details of his night. “Please explain what eating patties with dirty balls has to do with anything,” Connor said as Mason and Lee burst out laughing. “You two are fucking assholes,” Kelley said and smiled. “She got him to smile,” Lee remarked. “Yeah, we both know what that means,” Mason said. “What?” Connor asked. “Sylvie Carlisle is a woman we went to college with. Some idiot branded her ‘Fatty Patty’ and the name stuck. She wore glasses, wore her hair in a perm, donned baggy clothes and was very overweight,” Kelley said.

Mike and Sandy, locked in a kiss under a silver moon, his expression one of pure, unguarded adoration. Every photo was posted from Mike’s personal account. His love for her was a public spectacle, proudly displayed for all our kind to see. All except me. My access to his life had been carefully curated, these moments hidden behind a digital wall. A heavy silence fell. Eve placed a gentle hand on my arm. “Liz… you okay? He’s not worth a single tear. The day he sees Sandy for what she truly is, he’ll drown in regret.” I offered a small, tired smile, my gaze drifting to the dense, evergreen woods beyond the property. “I’m fine. Truly. I’m past caring. But I do need a favor from you both…”

“You don’t smell like you belong here. I'm Sylvie, Rufus's widow. It's one of those times that I miss him terribly. I know I should have waited for the morning. But I thought I could just sneak to our cottage to get to be nearer to him. But I can go back if it's not allowed.” “Sylvie?” The guards exchanged a confused glance, clearly uncertain of how to respond. “Yes,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I’m Sylvie, Rufus’s wife.” I took another step forward, trying to boost my confidence. “If you don’t mind, I really must be on my way.”