Novel & Cerita Sylvia Day Bared To You Series In Order

"Caitlyn! Caitlyn!" He shook my shoulders desperately and pulled me into his arms. "Caitlyn, talk to me! What do you want? Tell me, and I'll give you anything!" I remained silent, knowing that nothing could compete with Gina in Levi's heart. Whatever I said or did, one word from Gina would make him change everything. Levi grew more desperate as I continued ignoring him, his eyes reddening. "If I return your mother's ashes to you, will you look at me again?"

Demitri rolled his eyes and dropped Becca's hand, letting her rub her eyes and charge ahead. "Uh Becky?" Demitri called. "Yeah?" Becca answered. "Did you sit in something?" Demitri asked. Becca turned and looked at the back of her jeans. A red mark was forming at her crotch. Embarrassed, she tied her sweater around her waist. She knew this day would happen; it was bound to. She didn't think it would happen in front of Demitri, she thought it would be with her mom. Stupid womb producing stupid blood! This was the first time it had happened.

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

"You're going to hide the truth and let them insult me how they want?" Zoey paused for a moment, and she turned her head away. "Bart is my husband. I will not betray him. If you leave right now, nothing will happen." Bartholomew looked smug, like he'd won. "I know you started this because you hate what's going on. Now you ruined your reputation and got nothing in return. If this were any other day, Zoey wouldn't have minded your extortion, but not on her wedding day. Yet she did not fire you even after you slandered her. She's done enough. Don't you have a conscience?"

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

Lionel kept watch outside the hotel all night. The next morning, he stood there unshaven as Fiona, Fred, and Eva emerged, looking like a happy family. "Uncle Lionel, why didn't you shave? I have Daddy today and don't need you," Eva said cheerfully. Fiona quickly pushed Eva toward Fred and pulled Lionel aside. "I'm sorry, Lionel. Fred just got back yesterday to discuss some unfinished business. It's not what you think…" If Lionel had not witnessed Fred and Fiona together the night before, he might have believed her innocent act again. He muttered, "Unfinished business?"

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

Who was he to order me around when he was essentially an employee of my father's? "Why should I do what you say?" I snapped back at him, my voice defiant. Doctor Bryan shot me a sharp glance, his eyes narrowing slightly as he replied, "Just do as you're told. I need to do my job." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch my forehead. "I'm going to inject you with something. You need to rest," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. But his words belied the firmness of his touch, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pinned me down. And then, a sharp pain pierced my vein. It was as if my body had betrayed me, responding to his command even as my mind rebelled. I tried to res

Her eyes landed on my hand, specifically the one with my fingers intertwined with Yvonne's, and she froze. Still, she asked as if she hadn't tried to screw me over, "Is she your girlfriend?" I nodded, but I had no desire to spare her even a word. When I was showing my girlfriend my photo wall, she noticed a basket hanging outside the window. "Is this how you guys communicate? Very interesting." I pushed the window open and saw 17 photos sitting in the basket. There were two copies of the photos. I'd cut up mine into pieces, so this had to be Zoe's set.

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."