Latest Sylvia Day Book Novels & Stories

He showed her his back and walked briskly, stuttering as he talked. “Th-then wh-wh-what book … shall we look for, my lady?” In her previous life, Sylvia requested for a fairytale, thinking that a children’s book would be easier to read. She also didn’t want to trouble the young master. But now that he was offering his help, wasn’t it only right to accept? After all, she did save his life, and there was no price for that. This time, Sylvia knew what she wanted to read about. It was something she picked up out of boredom and had greatly captured her interest even if she’d never be able to apply the theories she’d read.

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!"

Logan The day had already been long before it turned into hell. Long in the way only bad days are, where nothing works, numbers don’t line up, people talk too much, and silence feels louder than noise. I had been sitting behind my desk for hours, flipping through files I had already read twice, staring at contracts that suddenly looked meaningless. My mind wasn’t in my office. It was with her. Sylvia. She hadn’t answered my messages since morning. At first, I told myself it was nothing. She needed space. Anyone would. The past few days had been brutal on her, press cameras outside the hospital, strangers shouting her name like it was a curse, social media tearing her apart without mercy.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

I just shrugged and started eating. I feel like this is going to be a nice day. After eating, I went straight back to my room. As I said, I feel like this is going to be a nice day. So I’m gonna spend it in my room where it is peaceful. Sylv is not here for today. I let her take a day off since I’m not going anywhere anyway. Might just let the kid rest. I went inside my room and the first thing I saw was a book placed on the table. I went closer to see that it was the diary I found in the treasure chest. Thinking about it, I haven’t finished reading this…

Happy Reading! Solange Daye

Sylvia quickly stepped out. “I’ll be back soon.” She slammed the front door. “I’ll just hang around,” Morris said. Sylvia aimed for the entrance and traced her way to Luna’s private ward. She sighed in relief when she got in and met Luna seated with her back resting on the wall. Luna was reading a book. Thank Goodness she wasn’t asleep; Sylvia was glad. “Still awake?” Sylvia slowly slammed the door behind her. Luna lowered the book to her chest. “Felt like reading a book. I’ve been getting useless all day.” She replied and let out a slight groan.

He jolted her back to reality and that was when she realized what she was doing and bit down on her lips nervously. “I will take this call” Vanessa announced after a while and made her way out of the room leaving the two of them. “What book are you reading now?” Nathan asked her and for a moment she was tongue tied. “What book are you reading now?” He asked again. “Bared to you by Sylvia Day” “And what’s the most inspiring quote from it?” “He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions”

She quickly whipped out her phone, but all the tickets were sold out until next week. The turnstile stood in my way like an impassable barrier. Something called exhaustion seeped into my heart. I stood here, separated from them by the barrier like an afterthought. "Let's break up, Zoe," I said. Zoe jerked her head up. "You're breaking up just because I forgot to get you a ticket?" "Yeah." I pulled my suitcase and left the station alone. The sabotaged pen story could stay hidden for a while longer. I'd love to see the look on their faces when the results were out.

Today was their funeral, and I had hoped he would come to say goodbye. After countless unanswered calls, I checked Fiona's social media and found my answer. That week, Lionel had been busy planning Eva's birthday party and helping them move into a luxury apartment. Their photos showed lavish housewarming dinners and poolside celebrations. One picture showed the three of them in swimsuits, Lionel and Fiona holding Eva up in the water, all wearing brilliant smiles. The caption read, [Life is beautiful because of your boundless love. Every warm moment exists because of you.] Looking at Lionel's smile in those photos, any remaining warmth in my heart turned to ice. I turned to Luke and said, "Le