Bared To You By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

Sylvia didn't remember the new man's name, but she knew it was included in the papers on the small desk where she did what little paper work was needed to keep the household running smoothly. After learning his name was Michael Carpenter, Sylvia removed her bra and changed her blouse to a tight and clingy jersey. She had big, luscious breasts with nipples that would stand out through the thin fabric, and she knew it and wanted Mike to know it too. Panties would just get in the way, and hers were wet anyhow, so she took them off and put on a pair of tight shorts with nothing underneath. When she looked in the mirror, Sylvia saw a cameltoe, which was what she wanted Mike to see too. She was re

I dragged myself forward with my broken leg while gathering the children's belongings, speaking softly to them. "Nate, make sure you look after Cece when you're up there. Have fun with all the superhero figures and teddy bears over there." That day, Lionel Brooks was about to leave with Fiona Smith and her child. In the rubble, my son, Nate Brooks, lay with a steel beam piercing his small chest, blood dripping. He looked at me and asked, "Mommy, will Daddy come back soon?"

The brothers stared into the distance for any sign of the butler's car, their eyes restless and unfocused. Mario said hoarsely, "Bianca's fingers hurt because they were chafed from practice. But Sofia had severe burns on her face and body. Just how much pain did she endure in silence?"

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

The tunnel looked endless as the gloom consumed the light, and the sound turned to pitiful echoes. The memory of Matthew and that fateful day surged forward and made my head throb with its aggression. I could almost feel the bile return, and my muscles twitch and contort again. ‘Be brave.’ The voice returned to me, singing like the seraphim in my ears. It was so clear I turned to look to see where it had come from. But there was no one, only the leaves dancing in the breeze from the wilting trees. Nothing but weeds ever grew here, no matter how hard people tried.

Now, Mom staggered into the place where I'd drawn my last breath, feeling her legs give out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees and pressed her hand over her mouth, spilling tears over the floor. Bewildered, I stared at her tear-stricken face. The smallest scratch on Leo could make her cry in distress, but this was the first time I'd ever seen her weep for me. Taking a deep breath, Dad calmly slipped on gloves and picked up the diary on the table with a blood-speckled cover. When he flipped it open, his eyes widened in disbelief.

I couldn't help but wonder whether, while they were living in a hillside villa and looking at their luxury cars, they had ever—even for a split second—thought about their abandoned daughter, who was enduring endless suffering in some obscure corner. In the wintertime, the Great Barren North could even hit low temperatures of -40 degrees Fahrenheit. I had been branded as someone who had stolen assets belonging to the country—a parasite—so everyone treated me like an outcast. I had no choice but to live in that drafty stockpen, where the north wind howled past and brought a deep, piercing cold. I cautiously clung to the cow inside the stockpen in order to survive, desperate to capture a morsel

They just let go and left me crumpled on the floor like garbage. I crawled my way to the hospital. I was gritting my teeth through the agony of having my leg reset when I received a video from Madison. I clicked on it. Shawn was shirtless in the clip, his toned body half-lit in the dim light. Madison was kneeling between his legs. His breathing was uneven, and a strained groan would occasionally escape his throat. I watched it once. Then, I deleted it. Trash like that wasn't worth the storage. ... The day before departure, I was out drinking with my best friend when Shawn suddenly burst in with a group of people behind him.

Her eyes immediately lit up, eager for gossip. Apparently, Mr. Jarrell had shown up at my door last night, asking for the IOUs. Mom was her usual self when she opened the door. Two bottles of bourbon were already set on the table. "Oh, you're here, Mr. Jarrell? The IOUs aren't going anywhere. Let's have a drink first. We can play a few rounds of cards while we talk." She tried to cover her guilt with hospitality and expensive liquor. Mr. Jarrell chuckled. "Alright. Looks like you're still so good at welcoming people!"

I fell unconscious for minutes that seemed like eternity but Asher didn't care about me, but his baby who his mistress was carrying. “Barren” The word still echoed in my mind even when I tried to shake it off, he saw me as someone who's barren, he called me a BARREN WOMAN. I had never known Asher was so desperate to get a child. We never talked about it the hard way, we were never bothered by it but I was wrong, I was only being kept in the dark.