Sylvie The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

“Sylvie, this isn’t right. Please stop.” Undeterred, Sylvie’s fingers began to unbutton his shirt with deliberate precision, her intentions clear. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Jake. I know what we have is special,” she murmured, her voice a sultry blend of confidence and determination. As she continued, Jake stood abruptly, his face contorted with anger and discomfort as he caught her wrists. “Sylvie, stop. This isn’t what I want. You need to accept that we’re done.” His voice was sharp and strained, a clear reflection of his frustration and the revulsion he felt at her persistence.

Sylvia began with stars in her eyes. She placed her hand on her flat belly and began to caress it. “You’re Sylvie is going to be a mom Dad and guess what? The baby is David.” She sniffled and quickly wiped the tears that were about to roll down her cheeks. “I know you're surprised right but Dad, I love him. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone with one exception though.” she giggled. “I loved you so much, Dad. I still do.” Sylvia stood up and folded her arms across her chest. “The person who took you away from me got the end he deserved. I just hope you get to rest well now Dad and I know you'll never stop watching over me.”

But I didn’t need one. Sylvia doesn’t scream. She documents. And now she was escalating. ⸻ The next morning, I went to Sienna’s apartment before work. She opened the door in loose sweats, clearly surprised to see me. “What’s wrong?” I held up my phone. She studied the image. Her expression drained of color. “She’s watching me.” “Yes.” A beat of silence. Then something shifted in her eyes. Not fear. Resolve. “This ends,” she said. “It doesn’t end because she wants it to.”

Sylvie POV I woke up too early the next morning. It was still dark out, but the previous day’s events kept running through my head. I remember seeing a guy take a running jump at me, then a pain in my chest, then darkness, then a doctor standing over me chuckling a little and telling the nurse, “Huh! Looks like her wolf is doing all the work for me.” I asked Nicona, “He didn’t use a silver blade. Did he?” She replied, “Nope. I had you patched up in no time. He didn’t get anywhere near your heart, either.” I smiled, “Thanks.” She responded, “No problem. I didn’t even have to break a sweat fixing this one.” I chuckled at her and asked the doctor, “Can I see my mate now?” The doctor asked, “How

My own god killing arrow was killing me. I watched Cammy ran to her father’s side and all but carried a weeping Lucifer to safety. My own guardians surrounded us trying to heal me and Micheal. There was nothing that could be done. “Adrain I leave you in charge my love. When the sun hides in the moon's shadow will I be reborn. I love all of you.” With that said my wings unfurled and began to encase Michael and me. “At least this time we die together.” I thought to him. He smiled weakly and kissed my lips as we drew our final breath.

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

I ask. She looks at me and gives me a half smile, somehow that was supposed to answer the question. “Well, your leg is wounded but you’ll be able to walk in an hour.” “I believe thanks is in order. But why were you sobbing?” I reply. She gives me another half-smile and tells me she has to get more supplies. ”Wait!” I call out to her. “I don’t know your name. So I can thank you properly” I say. She smiles again at me, but this time it’s a full smile. “Livillia Lepida, Bright Tigers Medicae.” “Thank you again Medicae Livilla”I reply “Don’t thank me just yet, this war is Eternal after all.” she says as she turns away “Oh yes, and welcome to the Northern Border.” A cold wind blew by, letting her

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

Sylvia clung tightly to Nox's hand, but a guard kicked her away without pity. "Sylvie! Save me! Sylvie, save me!" Nox's desperate cries echoed through the square and gradually faded. Sylvia sat collapsed on the ground, her eyes empty, as if her soul had been taken. She could not understand it. She clearly believed herself to be the heroine favored by fate. How had the story become like this? I walked to her and looked down at her. "Sylvia, your good days have only just begun." I said it softly, in a voice only the two of us could hear.