Sylvie Epithet Erased Novels & Stories

I responded and lowered my eyes at the family I passed in the park giving me sour looks over my language. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment as I reached the picnic table and sat. “Why do I have to be a Sigma? I would have rather have been a normal werewolf,” I murmured and Opal huffed angrily in my subconscious. “You're special and should embrace who you are and your legacy. You're a strong person, Sylvie. You just need to start believing that,” she asserted, and I buried my face in my hands and groaned loudly. “Also, why is Lennox named after a bloodsucker? Isn't that a faux pas,” I mumbled.

Sylvie’s POV I am Sylvie Carter and I'm twenty-three, a lone child, no parents, no friends, luckily … I'm engaged and … Achoo… Achoo… That was the seventh time I’d sneezed this evening. Four days to my wedding, and here I was, battling an impossible flu. The penthouse at the Imperial Crest was painfully quiet. The staff had all gone for the day, leaving me alone with my thoughts and no one to talk to.

It was normally cluttered with her skincare products, jewelry boxes, and a few framed photos of them together. Now, the surface was completely bare. No, not completely. In the center of the polished wood sat a photograph and a folded piece of white paper. Dante picked up the photo, and his pupils contracted. It was a close-up of Alessia's collarbone. Where the Moretti family crest had been, there was now only a faint, white scar. The tattoo had been completely removed. The skin had healed, but the scar was a silent declaration—Dante Moretti had been permanently erased from her body.

Several people paused mid-conversation just to watch her gracefully walk toward the DelValle family. “Madame Meryl, Master Lucas,” Sylvia greeted elegantly as she approached them. “Welcome, Sylvia,” Meryl replied warmly with a smile. “It’s nice seeing you again.” Lucas merely nodded politely while remaining mostly silent beside his wife. “It’s wonderful to be here, Madame,” Sylvia responded sweetly. “I honestly wanted to witness the moment Ethan finally found the person destined for him.” Meryl smiled fondly. “Yes,” she answered warmly. “Our Belle is very special.” However, the moment Meryl finished speaking, her sharp eyes caught the brief flicker of hostility that passed through Sylvia’s g

A pause. “And then you came along—and suddenly I didn’t matter anymore.” “That’s not—” “It is,” Vanessa cut in. “You just didn’t notice.” Silence. Sylvie’s voice softened. “…I didn’t forget you.” Vanessa smiled faintly. Sad. “That’s the problem.” Sylvie stepped closer. “Listen to me,” she said. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” “I know enough.” “No,” Sylvie said firmly. “You don’t.”

Darius stood a few feet away, shirtless and breathing hard like he’d just run a marathon through the pits of hell, his eyes still dark and feral from the high we’d just ridden together. Behind us, the vanity screen glowed like a smug little traitor, displaying the words Deletion Authorized in a clean, professional font that made my stomach turn. Ethan’s name was right there in black and white, and seeing Silas treat my brother like a canceled subscription instead of a human life made my blood boil.

She chuckled with a very foreboding voice that sent shivers up his spine. As her words trailed off, Sylvia took her final breath and passed away. The triplets stood there, feeling a very disconcerting mixture of panic, anger, and desperation. Those were the emotions that clouded the whole room. Lucas got so angry that he began to maul her in the face out of anger but Liam rushed forward and pushed him off "We need to find her. We can't lose her! We have lost Sylvia, let's do everything to find Orfilia or we are fucked!" Lucien replied with a very desperate tone in his voice.

Sylvia’s shoulders shook as she cried. “Doctor Lorenzo – How am I still here? I should have died!” My eyes darted around as I sat upright. It made no sense at all! What sort of cruel afterlife could this be? I didn’t want to die in the first place but it didn’t mean I wanted to be plagued by the faces of my loved ones in the afterlife! “Miss Persephone!” Sylvia looked scandalized, her red and teary eyes blew wide. I stopped being ‘Miss Persephone’ after the unfortunate day I mated with Cassius. On that day, I went from Miss Persephone to Luna Persephone!

"In the few years that we haven’t met, you still haven’t grown out of being a bitch.” Tara had to scramble for words for several painful seconds before responding, "Sylvia, you'd better not get ahead of yourself. All I have to do is say a word to Odell, and he will have you slapped sixty times again and banish you from Westchester City. You’ll never get to come back again!” “I’m sure you’ve been busy whispering into his ears and slandering me. Why hasn't he banished me from Westchester Cit yet?” Sylvia mocked, "It seems that he doesn't love you that much."

she assured me, her words carrying a comforting reassurance. With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to Sylvia, grateful for her unwavering support. As I drove her to her house, her words echoed in my mind, each syllable etched into my memory. "Remember what I said, Nathalie. Revenge is not always the best solution," she reminded me, her voice filled with maternal wisdom. "What I want for you is to live your life peacefully and in fulfillment. Please, be happy, my daughter. I don't want you to end up with a wretched heart."