Novels by Samuel Sylvester

It was horrible to Mrs Whitley to think how it must sink him in the general opinion, to foresee the regret, the humiliation, the gloomy mood through his agony; of course the mortification and disdain of the father and son, the thousand inconveniences to himself in particular. Could it be fair enough? No, it was impossible. And yet it was far, yes, very far from fair, also from possible as well. Could it be a sin for a man of first-rate abilities to be captivated by an inferior power? Was it a crime to fight for the weak even when you're not one of them, or perhaps too much to seek what you want, to be the prize for a lady who would seek your happiness in return? - Could it be offensive for any thing in this part of the world to be unequal, inconsistent, incongruous; or by chance and divinity to direct the human fate? She wondered within her mind, as she sat down alone at the table. However she had made up her mind how to resolve this presumption so many times before that final verdic

Six months later. Now the evil days have been completely put off. It was a dawning of a new beginning as a new chapter has barely opened in Freya's family. Apparently, it was easy to decide that she was the perfect match for Broderick; just as they simply waited for that big celebration of love, when they shall be joined in holy matrimony. The good sense of Mr Murphy and Mrs Whitley could not actually oppose such a beautiful decision, although, at first their feelings did. The affection of both families, the warm attachment and reception of Mrs Whitley in particular, was no doubt another relief which had made nearly every thing possible for Freya to easily get along with her spouse; she found that his visit hitherto had given her mom only good ideas of him. The main door flanked open, Mrs Whitley stepped inside smiling at her daughter excitedly. She gently slammed the door and turned the key before settling down next to her, "Freya, " she called, "Do you know that your brother and I

At first, bullets were sporadically flying out in the open air between the mafias and the officers from the capital city, that were led by Mr Hook. Broderick and Freya we're. present at the scene during the gun combat. Though it seemed to be very terrifying to Freya especially. As it gave her a different picture that merely startled her body to a certain extent; when she realized that Bob Joker wasn't just threatening her, when he mentioned killing her mom and Steve her younger brother. The neighbourhood screamed with tension. Doors slammed, windows opened. To catch a glimpse of what was happening around the hood that fateful afternoon. A police sirens sounded in the distance. "Take your position. Kill them all but bring me the girl, Freya, alive." Bob said, raging but at the same time nervous. He was running now, not thinking, just running at top speed upstairs to meet Mrs Whitley and her son; which he had been holding hostage for a long period of time. He ran past the doorway

The old house of Mr Murphy could be probably safe after the attack which actually led to the death of Natasha, but they didn't bother to go back there anymore. Freya was obviously afraid of the place, which was reason enough. Besides, it was vaguely possible that Joker and Casanova had already know that place and they must have positioned some of the hunting gang as watchdogs around the corner. The dealership owner had also told them their names. The half hour after the murder of Natasha had been a trying times when everything happened too quickly and it was as if life was still flashing before the eyes of Mr Murphy; even the memory of that fateful evening remained bright in some parts and hazy in others, and it was indeed possible that those killers haven't completely finished their mission. Of course, they will definitely come back until they get what they want. This killers are running a check from time to time around the neighborhood. Broderick have to get something very importan

Two days later, it was a mild day. Freya woke up feverish and it appeared like she'd malaria. Her hands were shaking just as she tried to accept the cup of coffee from Broderick. She drew back as a falling sensation came over her, catching her by surprise. She'd never suffered from depression or malaria before - but then she'd never been exposed to such a life style before, either. Their meal actually lacks the proper diet most of the time; because it seem like they've gone bankruptcy now. Even Mr Murphy's comfort was amply secured at this point. Broderick paused momentarily when he saw her, then continued toward her. She managed to fix a smile to her face, even though her heart was racing and her treacherous body was already threatening to melt down at the mere sight of him. He said nothing as he stopped right in front of her observing something else, but his pale eyes were busy searching her face - warily, she thought. Now he heaved a soft sigh and bowed his head thoughtfully, the

Busy and angry as Mr Murphy was, however, the lonely father was yet able to shew a most happy countenance on seeing his son again, with such a beautiful young lady standing beside him. Perhaps, it worth the risk if nothing else matters to him about this Freya. He chuckled softly as though he couldn't dare to show any signs of animosity towards them; he contrived that she should be seated next to him; and was sufficiently employed in looking out the best gingerbread that he'd baked to entertain them. Soon both father and son got separated from each other deliberately. Mr Murphy actually want to know more about this young lady by all possible means. She perfectly agreed with him; and after walking together so long, and thinking so much alike, Freya felt herself so well acquainted with him, that in no time she could hardly believe it to be only their first meeting. He was not exactly what she had expected; less of the man of the world in some of his notions, less of the spoiled kin