Sylvie The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

“Good. Because you’re going to need that love. It’s the only thing that will make you stand firm when Violet starts asking you hard questions.” I swallowed. “So what do I do?” Sylvia smiled and stood. “Come with me. You’re in luck. Planning romantic things is my side hustle.” “Are you sure she will even listen to me?” I asked quietly. “Victor,” she said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Violet never stopped caring about you. She just stopped chasing you.” That pierced me deeply. I followed Sylvia to a table near her window. She grabbed her notepad and sat, gesturing for me to sit too.

ANTONIO'S POV, After a very long time of being apart, we set out to our usual spot in the cool of the evening, walking hand in hand with Sylvia, my excitement knew no bounds, it had been much easier for us ever since her parents had approved, even though I couldn't deny the doubt that tugged at the corner of my heart, I had decided to shove it aside, and enjoy every moment with Sylvia, Dwelling in the warmth and the serenity that steamed from our love, we sat there enjoying the comfortable silence that had crept upon us, as the silence lingered her words came making me turn towards her, "I have something to tell you, Antonio," She had said, her voice still and small as a sweet smile played o

"And they rarely include being considerate of others' time." As conversations resumed around me, I sipped my drink, my thoughts returning to the image of Sylvan carrying Vivian. His face had been transformed by rage and something else—a protective tenderness I'd never seen him direct at me. My fingers tightened around my glass. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. (Sylvan's POV) I carried Vivian from my car into the Northern Territory villa, her body still trembling against my chest. Her tears had stopped, but she remained unnervingly silent.

He said and get the glass in my hand I hugged him as I felt so warmth in his arms. He help me to walk because I unable to walk straight. When we reach our room he open it and we get inside. He suddenly cupped my face and captured my lips, the warmth in his kiss make me dont want to resist him. Sylvester's POV

Sylvia’s POV "Oh, goddess..." Her voice cracked, thick with rage and grief. "That bastard. That absolute bastard. He's actually—" She couldn't even finish the sentence. She didn't waste time with empty comfort or useless platitudes. Instead, she scooped me up like I weighed nothing, her wolf strength making the task effortless. I could feel her body trembling with barely contained fury. "We're ending this," she declared, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Right now."

Seraphina stood behind him and clenched her fists in anger. Aidan slowly turned around and walked toward somewhere. The video stopped there. However, I could already predict what he was going to do. Aidan would apologize to her, and then they would reconcile and continue their disgusting relationship. After I ended the video, I sent a text message to that colleague. I thanked her and wished her all the best in her future endeavors. After three days in this foreign country, I started familiarizing myself with my surroundings. Just when I was about to head out, I received a call from an unknown number.

After flipping it open, I only read the first line. "To my dearest beloved Sela Wheatley". I didn't read the rest. Instead, I let the letter be buried forever in that torrential summer downpour of this coastal city. From then on, our paths would never cross again. Whatever love and hate remained would drift away with the wind.

After the bar was almost empty, I returned to my usual spot and read my book while listening to the music. ' We were driving back home from the movies. Because of the painful silence, that was shared between us tonight, I could sense there was something wrong. After a couple of minutes of painful silence between us, Laura decided to break the silence by asking me to pull over. I did as she asked me by pulling over to the side of the road and turning my eyes to face the most perfect face I have ever seen in my life. The face I would die to see for the rest of my life. ''Aiden I have to tell you something.'' her delicate voice said to me looking down at her hands as if she was afraid to say

" Holding my mug, I silently walked back to my office. Ryan was an old fox. His performance had been declining year after year, but when it came to stirring up trouble, he was an expert. Just before getting out of work, I unwittingly glanced over at Sylvie's desk. She had propped her phone up on a stand, angled perfectly. Then she slightly lowered her head and discreetly squeezed two drops of eye drops into her eyes. When she looked up again, she looked exhausted and full of grievance. She faced the camera, adopted a choked, wounded tone—as if she'd suffered the greatest injustice—and started recording.