Bared To You By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

Before I could turn to look at my door, it swung open harshly and Sylvia stood there, huffing like she had just run a 100km marathon race. I turned to her and rolled my eyes. I grabbed my pillow, hugging it as I turned away from her. "What do you want Sylvia?" I groaned. "How can you ask me that!" She yelled. I heard her foot stump the ground loudly and it got closer and closer to my bed. The weight on the bed shifted and I felt a hand on my wrist. I snapped my head and glared at her. "I am not in the mood now Sylv-" "You have locked yourself in your room all day Su! Looks, it's dark outside already!"

She heard him saying laughing. Diya felt her heart breaking again. Tears were trying to come from her eyes. ' Are you crazy Diya. Why did you think that there can be something more between you guys. Look at the woman Infront of you that he is friends with. How did you ever think that he will be interested in you' she thought to her self. she wanted to cry. Her first love and her first heartbreak in the same day. " Hello miss. my name is Sierra. What is your name" she heard the pretty woman asking her

he barked. “Please,” I turned to Dave, my voice soft. “Can you take me out of here? I need to ease myself.” “I told you to rest,” Dave said calmly. “You shouldn’t be stressing yourself, my lady.” “Your what?” Greg snapped. No one answered him.“Greg, love,” Arias chimed in sweetly. “Let Sylvia be. She’s obviously trying to make you jealous. They’re probably just acting—who knows, maybe she even paid him.”

Either way, he was a dead man walking. Bianca was much better after a couple of days. Her Masters took turns to spend time with her and Sylvie stayed on till she was back on her feet. Strangely enough, Bianca took a liking to the older woman, who wore daringly short clothes and leather boots, with dangling earrings and hair coloured wild and clashing. Bianca could not help but dimple as she saw the adoring way in which Barry looked at her. Over coffee one afternoon, as Bianca sat curled on the couch, watching a rom-com with Sylvie, the biker’s woman said,

It was full. Warm. Heavy. And full of everything she couldn’t say yet, and everything I’d say when she was ready to hear it. One thing was sure: Whoever tried to bring Sylvia down… Just declared war. And I would burn the world before I let them win.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

I want to claw my heart out. My feet lead me to the pack's inn. Sylvia is the only one I have at this moment. Everyone sees me as the devil. I bang on her door and notice the surprise on her face when she sees it's me, like a deer caught in headlights. Her bump is visible under the loose garment she put on. She quickly recovers and pulls me inside her room, locking the door behind her. Sylvia wipes my tears away, but they are dropping. There's nothing that can stop the hole drilling into my heart.

Given that nothing could be done about it, she had towards her room. Tomorrow was a big day. °°° When Sylvia woke up early in the morning, she recalled that she had Nathan’s phone with her. Because of the jetlag she suffered from, she couldn’t sleep any longer. That’s why, she decided go to Nathan deliver his phone and get hers back. Sylvia stepped out of the mansion and was about to go into the garage. As the same time, she turned on Nathan’s phone's screen. She attempted to unlock the phone, but the password she entered had repeatedly had been regarded as wrong.

( Next day) Sylvia's P. O. V I woke up very late the next day, my head pounding and my heart heavy. Running a hand through my messed up hair, I looked around and was met with silence. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I let out a shaky breath.

Sylvia I wake up to finding myself all alone in the bed. It's morning already, but I feel bad for being left alone in the room. Last night's events cheer me up, though. Now I have to do a walk of shame, my dress, and panty are all torn apart. How will I go back to my room now, considering it's some distance away from his? Good thing he is taller than me, his shirt is practically a dress for me. I hop into the shower as fast as I can, I would hate for him to find me here. Last night was amazing, but the shame I am feeling now is grave. After shower as I am looking at myself in the mirror, I notice a red velvet box, so pretty with a tiny handwritten note on it.