Bared To You By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

“Goodbye”. Said a pair of trembling lips on the verge of cracking their voice, served by pearls leaving the orbs amidst the pair of eyes so red that could pour blood instead of those crystal pearls, if possible. All those visions could earn was another pair of orbs, agonizing a stare so warm as that of a sauna.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

She replied with a trembling voice, "Gilbert, what are you saying? You said I was the only one you loved. That's the reason why I accepted your proposal. Don't tell me none of it was sincere." Tears welled up in her eyes as her expression soured. Finally, she got so angry that she raised her hand to slap him. However, Gilbert caught her wrist coldly. He looked at her with contempt and said icily, "Save it. Don't bother putting on an act. It's useless." Cheryl's hand froze mid-air. Tears finally spilled down her cheeks as pain and despair overwhelmed her. She clenched her teeth and glared at him with hatred, choking out, "Gilbert, you're a damn bastard!"

“Why do you just have to act up, Giovanna? Didn’t I told you I will make it up to you later?” And just like that, Alessandra won. She leaned into his arms like she belonged there, like she’d just won a war. The old me? She would have let it go. She would have walked away, let Vincent believe whatever lie made him sleep better at night. But I wasn’t the old me. I had proof. Calmly, I reached into my bag. Clicked my phone’s speaker on. And turned up the volume. The room went silent as Alessandra’s voice poured through the speakers.

Playlist for this chapter; Opportunity- Sia, DJ Got Us Falling Inlove Again- Usher ft Pitbull. On my a decade and half one quater on this shit hole we call Earth, I've come to actualize the fact that enraged female gets soft once or twice in a while. - From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones -- "And now look at me and this opportunity It's standing right in front of me One thing I know it's only part luck and so I'm putting on my best show

I just got back from the gym, tired and sweaty. The house was usually quiet, but as I walked upstairs I started hearing strange noises. “Sylvia?” I called out. No answer. “Sylvia?” I called again. Still nothing. Then I heard it … a soft, desperate sob mixed with moaning. My heart started racing. I rushed to her room and pushed the door open. The sight hit me like a truck. “Ahhh… fuck… deeper…” Sylvia moaned loudly. She was lying on her bed completely naked, legs spread wide open. One hand was pinching her nipple while the other pushed a thick vibrator deep inside her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back in pleasure. She had no idea I was standing there watching.

That was not my concern, lady. Sylvia took me to a big room with a ginormous bathtub. It looks like one of those big bathhouses I saw on TV. "Wait here," she said, and I obliged. I watched her pour some kind of scented oils and rose petals in the water. Then she poured what looked like a tin drum full of milk. "Get in. I poured some fragrant milk in the water to make your skin soft," Sylvia said and winked. Oh, I see what's going on. The lady was trying to prepare me for Ambrose's bed.

All I ever did was do things my way, and that ate right at my heart like a termite boring a hole. Then the door opened again, and to my surprise, it was Ralph, coming in with Sylvia unconscious in his arms

Always waiting, as locked away from pleasure as any sleeping princess in a glass coffin. Sylvia took a haggard breath. If she could not have the romantic dream everyone else in her family had, she would take what joy she could in the life that was left to her. She would take risks. She would be bold. Slowly, Sylvia untied her bikini top and dropped it to the floor. She untied the bottom and kicked it away. Climbing naked into the bathtub, she sank beneath the fragrant white bubbles. Closing her eyes, holding her breath, she slid all the way down beneath the water.

because my tears is very expensive "Ray what came over you? I just want you to love me, is it too hard to love me, I have always been loving you right from when we were kids why can't you just love me back, what is in me that you can't accept... what does that Sylvia have that you don't see in me... I have waited so long, I've endured so many things just to earn your love but you still can't bring yourself to love me, whyy!!!!" I cried sticking my fingers in my hair and continued drinking like I'm crazy. Sylvia's POV,