Sylvia Day Bared To You Novels & Stories

A guy with blonde short hair and baby blue eyes an well build, made is way over to us "What can I get y'all beautiful ladies?" He asked, staring straight at Ashley. "Blaze sent us." Ashley spoke. "Oh, soooooo which one of y'all is the brthday girl?" He yelled. Having both Selena and Ashley point at me. "Well then Birthday girl, whats your poison?" "Three Diva Cosmos." I said, after thinking for like a few seconds. "Cosmos coming up." He said and as we watched him make our drink, Ashley looked like she was a artist, observing and tracing every curve and shape of the bartenders, from his head to his toes.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

The first two days, I let it slide, pretending she’d get bored eventually. But by the third day? Oh no. That was my breaking point. I rained down hell on the manager and every single staff member in sight. I didn’t care if they whispered about me later—they’d earned it. After that, Miranda toned it down slightly, waiting for me in the lobby instead. Progress, I guess. One evening, I went out for dinner alone, enjoying the rare peace of solitude. Music streamed through my iPod, drowning out the noise as I walked back. That’s when it happened.

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.

When he saw that she was safe, he managed to pull out a weak smile. “Evelyn, as long as you’re alright.” By now, Evelyn had finally calmed down, but when she looked at Mason’s injured hand, her feelings were still complicated. When Anna had dragged her away earlier, she had secretly torn several small crystals from her wedding dress and scattered them on the ground. She hadn’t expected Mason to be the first one to find her. “You should go get your wound treated first.” Mason glanced at the deep cut in his palm, where the bone was almost visible.

From then on, she became the beauty of the Great Wasteland, while I became its ugliest monster. I kneeled on the ground. “Father, I’m willing to give Marty to my sister.” “But what about you? Today was supposed to be your bonding ceremony with Marty. If the bond doesn’t happen, then which maiden will pray for rain today?”

Leo stepped out, wiping blood from his hands. “Edward’s dead. Tell Mike to pull everyone out.” The fire at Billy’s resort burned for three days and nights. … In the hospital room, Jolene watched Leo sleeping with his head resting by her bedside, then deliberately turned up the volume on the TV she had muted earlier. Leo stirred, glancing at the news before fixing his gaze on her wound beneath the blanket. “You’re awake. Does it still hurt? Let me get the doctor.” Jolene grabbed his arm. His body stiffened.

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.

She did not look sick at all. "Why are you doing this? Is it because I witnessed Levi rejecting you that day?" Gina laughed and grabbed my chin. "Exactly! You're just a nobody, so how dare you witness my secret! You're just my plaything!" She continued, "I was never sick. I just wanted to prove that Levi would do anything I asked. Today, it's your bone marrow; tomorrow, it could be your organs. Whatever I need, he'll give to me. How can you compete with that?"

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.