Series By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

Everly POV I was home from the hospital. I lay in bed when the maid came in. "Madam, your mother's here to see you," she said. Mom stepped closer. Her eyes lowered, not daring to meet mine. "Everly... how are you feeling?" I said nothing. The silence between us felt heavy.. She took out a small box and held it up. "I... went a long way to get these herbs. They're good for recovery after... after a miscarriage. I'll show the maid how to brew them."

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

With little time left until the day would fade into night and with all her loose ends tied up, the only thing left to do was wait. *_*_*_*_* Harley walked over to the ledge once more and peered out at the sky. The cloudy white of day had been replaced by the deep lilac of twilight, and she knew that time was up. She had been planning this for a little over a week, and she had spent the day taking care of all the loose ends. There was only one thing left to do. She slid her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a little glass vial that she'd managed to sneak from Zander only a few days ago and then a slender hunting knife from her belt. Rolling up her sleeve, she gritted her teeth as she

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

His fingers tightened slightly on the desk edge, and the rimless glasses he had just taken off had left a vivid red imprint on his hand. He looked completely hollowed out, as if someone had drained all the strength from his body. His shoulders slumped, and the air in the office seemed to sag around him. A flicker of sweet revenge ignited inside me, bursting like a firework into a small, wicked mushroom cloud. He deserved every bit of it. By day, he drained me dry, and at night, he played the perfect Prince Charming. And then at daylight, he became a cold, relentless tyrant again.

“I heard that the inspectors are leaving tomorrow morning. What punishment do you think Clarissa will come up with for you? Silva sang as she entered the reading room. In fact, it was difficult to call this small room a hall. "Silva, why do you hate me?" Taking a deep breath, I put down my book and looked up at her. All our squabbles and conflicts suddenly seemed like baby talk to me. What kind of idiotic questions are you asking? Did you hit your head? Despite all this tirade, I noticed a flicker of confusion on her face. “I’m trying to remember the moment when exactly everything went wrong, because we were friends in childhood,” she drawled thoughtfully, carefully peering into the girl’s b

The rest of the week feels like Groundhog Day. Over and over. The movie, not the actual day. Each day is more of the same. People poke and prod Moby; we hang out in his room watching TV, the therapists come around and do their thing with him, then we're alone again. Our friends were here for a couple days, but they all had to go back to work, as did my parents, and Moby's. Alyssa pops in the room, "Hey, guys! Want some news?" She's beaming. I hope that's an indication she has something positive to share.

I pushed the beast back into the dark. As the sedan's red taillights finally disappeared down the winding gravel road, I stepped out of the shadow of the pines. I didn't head straight back to the guest suite. Instead, I turned and looked up at the massive packhouse. On the second floor, a soft yellow light spilled out from a bedroom window. Standing perfectly still behind the glass pane was a slender silhouette. Sylvia. She was looking down at the exact spot where the car had just left, her arms wrapped defensively around her chest. Then, her gaze shifted toward the treeline.

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'' Sylvia sighed. She got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to do her toilet business. That day, she wanted to be productive and not laze about, waiting for Remus to get back. She wanted to put her hands in many things but that was when she remembered that she had to finish up the book and with that, Sylvia pulled the book out of its hiding page, opening to its last page. Sylvid didn't know what she would encounter but she had a feeling that she was going to badly miss the book that had given her answers more than anybody else.