Novel & Cerita Wander X Sylvia

She is glad she took that shower now. “Alpha,” Syliva stopped in her tracks. Her heart was beating furiously. She felt on the edge of fainting yet again. “Please, can we talk for a moment?” She asked with unhidden nervousness. Her efforts to sound confident were in vain. Xavier turned to face her. He sighed. Syliva blushed. She decided right then that he did not like Xavier at all. Xander was much better than his twin for sure.

An hour later, Paul jumps down from the wagon and goes to the little inn after spotting his wife’s dear friend at the lonely circular table by the window. Sylvia stands up as she buttons her long, grey traveling coat before embracing Paul for a quick hug. She looks to Paul as it becomes apparent that Sadie didn’t come with her husband on this short yet exciting trip; her questions are soon answered with Paul’s short reply that Sadie is at home, resting. Paul loads the suitcases into the covered wagon before carefully helping Sylvia to get settled for the ride home. The hour-long ride is filled with small talk, but mostly with deafening silence.

I was too distracted looking at her that I didn’t bother looking at the sunset. “Amelia, I wanted to say that I want to be with you.” I finally managed to say it. She looked at me, her eyes peering into mine. “What?” She asked. I held her hand. “It’s true what they say that you won’t value what you have until you lose it. And when you left DRIVEA, I felt lost. I wanted to see your face, to hear your voice everyday but you weren’t there anymore.” All of the things I’ve been bottling up have finally spilled over. I looked at her and tears started streaming down her face.

Sylvia wanted to escape but she could do nothing, she wished to die right then and there, but that wish was too superfluous to come true. She lay on the bed, with her eyes closed, afraid of looking at the face in front of her. “Click,” Travis was still in his heat, and was not in his right mind the moment he possessed Sylvia’s body warmth. He felt as if he belonged there, and he wanted to stay there forever, but too bad, he would not remember a thing after this, as always. When he heard a sound, he loosened his hold on Sylvia and stood up. Scared of being caught, Sylvia gathered all the strength she had in her body and ran away to the washroom.

It rises high, the towers scraping the sky, raising as high as the tallest mountain. I call it quits when I can’t see the sun in the sky anymore, opting instead to sit against a tree and break bread. I refuse to travel through the night, not with how dangerous the forest is. Gods only know where I would end up stumbling through the dark. I nestle back, stretching my legs out in front of me. I flip my bag open, and paw through the jumbled mess. As I pulled the humble meal from my satchel, I hear a voice.

It was about the weight of the situation, about the unspoken rules we were supposed to follow but couldn't quite bring ourselves to. I shifted in my seat, trying to distract myself, but Silas’s eyes were still on me. It wasn’t a look of anger or frustration—it was more like... curiosity. But even that felt dangerous, like he was unraveling something deep inside of me, something I didn’t want him to see. I cleared my throat, pushing the thought away. “I think I’m going to go for a walk after dinner,” I said, forcing myself to sound nonchalant. Gerald smiled warmly. “That sounds like a good idea. Maybe get some fresh air. Silas, you should join her.”

I said, and they shrugged. " Whatever Sky... You hold on to your thoughts and I hold on to mine. " Randy muttered. " Now if you'll excuse, I need to find myself a pretty lady for the night and they sure are a lot of pretty ladies around. " He said, and they chuckled, walking away with Martin following him. I huffed and found myself a spot on the ground, close to the bonfire that hadn't been lit yet, occasionally glancing at the couple. . . . Sylvia's P. O. V

"Is it still hot? Drink it while it's warm. The wedding's coming up. You can't afford to catch a cold." Sylvia lowered her eyes and finished the soup in silence. She watched his back as he left the room. Inside her, everything was utterly still. 'Victor… As you wish, there won't be a wedding.' … The next day, Sylvia went to the immigration office to apply for a visa. As she walked out of the building, she ran straight into Victor and a group of interns under his supervision. He glanced at the office behind her and frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"It's about surviving. The portal's wrath isn't quick. It waits. It eats away slowly, first the dream and then the bones. The least you can do to save yourself is to appeal to it. Don't let your ego push you into destruction, Sylas." "I said no." His words are beginning to annoy me. Even though I love him so much because he has been a great support in my life since I became I wanderer. He helped me put the madness in control, he taught me how to live with it and not allow it to consume me. But right now, we are not on the same page. I turn and leave. My steps are fast and hard, boots hitting the dirt like thunder. The trees blur around me as I walk. I'm done listening to a man who wants peac

I sighed deeply as his smell assaulted my senses, and my skin tingled with fierce anticipation as his fingertips traveled further on my thigh. A few months ago, I would have never expected this to happen. If Clyve didn’t visit the cabin, I was probably the same person as I was. If our fates weren’t intertwined, though it bound to happen whether I was there and Clyve was at the other part of the world, I might still be that cam girl, the Sindy Kate.