Winx Silva Novels & Stories

Just to infuriate us further, Alex added. "Both of you make sure to stay far away from me, cuz I want to impress girls today but that won't be possible if you guys are near because they will get scared of your ugliness" I ignored him, knowing very well that they loved to mess with us. I didn't doubt that Alex will pull out a few tricks and try and impress any female of his age, 100 feet near him. "Is this a lip balm. It is white in colour maybe I can use this to soften my lips." I turned around to see Angelo holding an eye primer and applying it onto his lips. Both me and Serena were shocked, but soon we both started laughing looking at Angelo's new look.

At this moment, Silva was at the forefront of the open-air wedding banquet, chatting with several nobles of Fernvale. A servant came over and whispered in Silva’s ear, “Patriarch, Miss Cynthia requests to see you.” Silva frowned as he held a wine glass in his hand. He raised his eyebrows, nodded slightly, and said to the people in front of him, “Everyone, I need to deal with something. I’ll be back later.” They nodded in response. Silva motioned for Zayn and Nash to accompany these prominent figures before he turned and left the wedding banquet hall, heading straight for the small villa.

Yet here it was, boiling away, and I was doing my damnedest to not let it boil over. My Beta, Devon, stood besides me, his arms crossed over his large torso as he watched on with apparent glee as we stood and watched Sienna shuffle her way across the windowsill on her bottom, and then, ungraciously, swing herself onto the downpipe held onto the side of the building. As I say, if it were anyone else, or was happening to any of my other pack members, I would have joined in with him. Offering my snarky remarks and ungenial comments.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Everything around me seemed to freeze when I heard: — Congratulations to the Siluetas modeling agency, led by CEO and owner Thiago Villarreal, to their star photographer: Lisa Miere, and their models Valeria González, Sandra Valencia, and Laura Montenegro. We invite them to the stage to receive the Fotomodel national award, — the man said with indescribable excitement.

My wolf was stronger than all, and it had twice as much of every strength, hearing, or vision I had normally. So once my hearing was activated, I could hear even the pin drop in the room. "No, supplies no longer move through the west borders." Silva was speaking. "Hmm. Does it have anything to do with..." Dahlia did not complete her sentence but even I knew what she meant. "Luke says so." Luke. That was the other party who was with Silva. Now I had five complete names. This felt too easy. How had they all given out their names easily? What if...?

I stopped flipping when I saw a name written in red ink at the bottom of a page. "There," I said, pointing to the line. "Silas Vane?" Clara read the name out loud. "Who is that? Sounds like a character from an old movie." "He’s the man Victor couldn't kill," I said. "About ten years ago, Silas owned the shipping routes Victor needed for the W-Project. Victor tried to buy him out, Silas said no. So Victor framed him for embezzlement, burned down his main warehouse, and basically ran him out of the country."

A sick, throbbing need to feel that power again. Alone in her childhood bedroom at her mother’s house, Sophia scrolled through social media. Victor kept a low but visible profile—business mogul photos, charity galas, that commanding silver-fox presence in tailored suits. She found his verified account with 35 million followers and typed a direct message with shaking fingers: **Sophia:** You probably don’t remember me but I can’t stop remembering you.

I glare at him, my brows frowned. "She most certainly does. See I pretty much know everything about our students except her. She doesn't talk about her family and nobody at The Academy seems to know anything either. Even the information given to the school after she joined was vague...” He takes a sip of his beer, his eyes trained on me, “All the school knows about the Silent Student is that she comes from a rich family that possibly has connections to the chairman and that her name is Atlas Winters. She's practically a ghost at The Academy. Did you know that her age isn’t even in our system?"