Latest Sylvia Day Book Novels & Stories

"Wow! and you're here working for the librarian, telling me you're not in charge. Pushed away all students with your odd remarks. A......nd..... told me I don't know anything about what's inside these books...you must really be smart and rich!" Pia started stacking the books back. "What you don't know won't kill you." Pia displayed an emotionless yet devilish smile while she moved to do a little whisper. Well, if you can call it a smile. Andrew followed her. Before he took his dramatic exit, he went passed the girl, intentionally moving to whisper too the words: "But I am...powerful." Andrew vanished off while Pia continued her errand, not really paying attention to the details of what Andre

Everly POV Today was my sister Ruby's coming-of-age celebration. My family had gone all out with a lavish affair. Xavier and I had barely stepped into the ballroom, his phone rang. "Everly, I'm so sorry. There's an emergency meeting at the company." Still, he came to greet my Mom and Ruby. Handed over the gift himself. The table settings were exquisite. An abundance of lilies arranged across the centerpieces. Within moments of sitting down, my chest felt tight.

Cathye inquired, “Selena Sylvia, are you going to see Dylan? Selena Sylvia confirmed Dylan had returned but had not eaten yet. She intended to check on him while Cathy continued with the wedding preparations, which included trying on the wedding gown and bridesmaid outfits.” As Selena Sylvia climbed the stairs, Cathy said to Ivy, “Selena Sylvia was up late last night worrying about Dylan. She now acts as if nothing occurred.” “What does she want?” Ivy replied with a shrug. “If I had a man as wonderful as Dylan, I wouldn’t mind how long he stayed away, as long as he provided for me.” Selena Sylvia asked Dylan, “Dylan, are you there?” from the upstairs study. Dylan hastily applied a password t

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

For the post, she had written, "From now on, this will be the vacation home for our famiglia of four. My brothers love me so much. I'm truly the happiest woman in the world." My fingers trembled. My breathing became shallow and rapid. My brothers had once promised they would take only me to Belville Resort for vacations. I knew there was nothing I could do at this point. No matter what happened to me, Bianca would always twist it into something that made them misunderstand me even more. I unfriended Bianca on my social media. From that moment on, my world would no longer include her. Soon, my medical spray arrived. A maid agreed to help bring it in from outside.

"I got the SD card from the dashcam, and it's all there—clear footage of your scheming." I turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, I'm playing this footage now. I want you all to see the true faces of these two monsters." I raised my voice so that everyone could hear me clearly. Then, I hit 'play' on my phone. June 3rd Yvonne: "You have a kid. My mother would never accept us being together. You should figure out how to get rid of Phoebe." Cody: "It's not easy to achieve what you want."

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.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Camila woke up to her little sister shaking her up with a look of urgency on her face. It took her a moment to remember what year it was. She was dead to the world. Sofia was staring outside the window and Eleanora was busy shaking Camila out of her sleep. Night had fallen and it was too dark to see what was happening outside. “What’s wrong?” asked Camila, drowning in confusion. “The man in the expensive car is back,” Eleanora said and joined Sofia at the window. Camila sprang up to her feet. Her heart was racing.

The next morning, Heather woke to the sound of activity in the kitchen. Mitchell was back, bustling around with enthusiasm. As Heather stepped out of the bedroom, Mitchell glanced up and greeted her with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling with warmth. "Come try the banana oat cookies I just learned to make. They say it's great for soothing cramps during your period." Heather froze momentarily, her gaze lingering on the scene before her. Then, she slowly made her way to the dining table and sat down. Her eyes searched Mitchell's face, probing for answers.

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,