The Outsiders Sylvia Novels & Stories

Where was Xavier? Sylvia’s feet shook in her ridiculously high heels as she walked around the pool. She didn’t dare meet anyone’s eyes, for fear of the scorn or mockery she might see there. She kept walking, keeping her gaze over people’s heads, looking for one man who would stand out above the rest. She ignored the low hum of voices around her. She held her hand above her forehead, shading her sunglasses, as she looked for him. Would he laugh when he saw her? Would he regret whatever madness had caused him to think, even for an instant, that she could convince the world she was the woman who’d finally vanquished his playboy heart? The thought made her throat hurt. Her hand fell to her side.

Some eyes looked at her silently. Sylvia was violently thrown onto the trunk of the truck, her head smacking the ground with blood. Her whole body convulsed, shaking violently. Sweat beaded her forehead, she strained her eyes to look around as if it were useless. There was only darkness and the strong smell of cigarettes. The car door swung open, and the henchman nodded at Liam's announcement. "Sir, done."

Luke nodded, “Anything for you, love.” We walked out the door and headed to the dining room. We went to get our food then sat down at the Alpha’s table with Princess Chloe, Prince Aidinth, Alpha Blaze, Luna Zendaya and King Mateo. Luke smiled, “I think we’ve figured out how to get answers from the prisoners. Sylvie’s wolf can talk to their spirit animals without them knowing.” Alpha Blaze responded, “That would work! Let’s let them stew until after the meeting.” I replied, “I was thinking the same thing.”

Chapter Ten Sylvia’s POV "I'm sorry," I finally managed, swiping at my cheeks with the back of my hand. "I didn't mean to, this isn't, I'm not usually like this." "You're allowed to cry, Sylvia." His voice was soft, gentle. "You just watched your ex marry someone who's spent years trying to destroy you. You're allowed to have feelings about that."

he warned her. Sylvia is sniffing and crying now. She is behaving as if Kairo wronged her somehow. She is keeping her voice soft, but Kairo's voice is carried out of the door. This attracted the attention of the people outside. They started to listen to the conversation and tried to peek inside.

But as she was about to walk in the direction of the exit, a shadow moved quickly through the crowd. Sylvia had reached the front, and she wasn't there to help her father. She was filled with a crazy rage and she felt insulted by Naelis, and she couldn't take it. She reached into her dress and pulled out a small, sharp dagger. The blade glinted in the sunlight, looking very deadly. She didn't care about the guards or the Alphas watching…She only saw Naelis's back. Just as Naelis reached the edge of the circle, Sylvia suddenly rushed towards her with the dagger raised high, her face looking extremely vicious as she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Bitch! I will kill you for what you did to my

Sylvia was already on her way to the woods where she found herself the first time she got here, and the air was still as chilly as it was the other time. “Oh, goodness. I hope tonight won’t be the end of me.” Sylvia muttered under her breath. She looked at the knife in her hand, and wondered how she was going to kill someone. It was going to be hard for her as she had never done anything like this. “Sylvia.” She heard a soft voice call out her name, and the breeze caressed her back.

Sylvia deduced that the conversation had come to an end when she heard one of the car doors opening. She hung her bag pack and slowly stood up. She then took to her heels. With her heart beating about to fall out of her chest, Sylvia sprinted toward the highway and after a few minutes, she was out of the dark, standing under a solar pole by the junction. She leaned on the pole and tried to keep her breathing in check. At that point, she had forgotten about her quest tonight. The revelation about David’s identity was already causing her head to spin.

Declan, who has been treating her the coldest out of all of us for the past few days, turns to her and says icily, “Explain yourself, Sylvia.” Sylvia’s eyes go slightly wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. She fusses nervously with her hands before saying, “I just think she’s run away, that’s all. She hasn’t been back and no one’s out looking for her. Why do we even care anyway? Who cares if Ollie is some northern princess or whatever?”

And just as she reached for it— It slid open on its own. And there, standing outside, arms folded across her chest and eyes narrowed Was Sylvia. “What is going on here?” she said.