New Sylvia Day Book Novels & Stories

It was simply that even so, she wanted to fight against it as much as she could in order to not be totally trampled on. Sylvia ran her hand through her hair and responded, “Never mind.” °°° Sylvia sat on the couch in the living room, reading through the book in her hand. The manor was silent as always with the only noise being of her flipping through the pages. The clock hanging on the wall showed how it was half past one at night. “Why are you still awake?” Because of her focus in the book, hearing Liam’s voice startled her. Holding back the yelp that was almost about to leave her mouth, she closed the book in her hand and placed it on the table.

Sylvia said, lifting Sara’s head to meet hers. Thinking about it, Sara only nodded in agreement. If they had been transparent about their relationship, in the beginning, it would not be as bad as Sara thought. “So, get out of bed, shower, face the new day confidently, and go to work as usual,” Sylvia said, rising from the bed’s edge and heading to the door; then she stopped, turned around, and smiled. “You know, if I keep this up, I’ll have all Blake’s women before he does. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

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

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, like Tangled Life, I am also planning to apply another of my books CEO BOYFRIEND FOR RENT, just maybe, you might like to read it, when it's signed Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly

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.

I opened my mouth to say something to Lyra, to ask her one last time if she truly believed in me as worthy of being her Luna. But then, a little movement flickered at the edge of my vision. From a dim corner of the hall, a figure emerged with a grace that was too calculated to be casual. Sylvia. Her golden hair gleamed in the lantern light, her lips curled into the kind of smile that looked more like possession than kindness. She stepped forward, her eyes locked on mine, ignoring Lyra entirely. “Crystal,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “There’s something important I need to discuss with you. Privately”

HIS OTHER HALF BOOK 2: FALCON FAMILY SERIES Sylvia Falcon, an outcast among San Francisco's elite, battles against the suffocating expectations of her glamorous lineage. Estranged from her wealthy and powerful relatives, she breaks free from their shadows and embarks on a journey of self-discovery. Determined to make her mark, she secures a job as a personal assistant to the enigmatic CEO, Jason Cartwright, hoping to find love and acceptance in the world she has chosen for herself.

"It's not about work," Yoel said. He walked over, set a blue folder on the coffee table in front of me, and looked more serious than I had ever seen him. "It's a proposal." I picked up the folder, confused. On the cover, in bold print, a single line read, "Proposal for Establishing a Long-Term and Exclusive Lifelong Strategic Partnership with Ms. Nova Grayson." My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the folder. I took a deep breath and opened to the first page.

I followed the bodyguards into the car. However, what Leo did not know was that I was only returning to the home we once shared to pack what belonged to me. After searching the entire house, what I truly wanted to take was only a few sets of everyday clothes. There was the photo album filled with memories of Leo, our love journal, and a thick stack of medical reports from when we were trying to conceive. I threw them all into the fireplace. The flames roared higher.

My phone vibrated in my lap. Dante: Baby, where are you? You haven’t been replying me. I let out a tired sigh and opened the chat. Me: Sorry. It’s been a really long day. Heading home now. Dante: Come through real quick. I miss you badly. I need to see that pretty face… and the rest of you. Let’s sneak out. I’ll come and pick you up. My stomach turned. I didn’t have anything left in me tonight. Me: Not tonight, Dante. I’m exhausted. Maybe tomorrow.