Sylvia Day Bared To You Series Novels & Stories

Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.

Binding her in threads. She fell to her knees, trembling as the words flooded around her like a river. She saw herself through them—not alive or breathing, just a character scripted in blood ink. “I’m not real,” she whispered. Vincent’s fire blazed fiercely, but his hands trembled as he held her shoulders tightly. “You are real. You are mine. Don’t let those words consume you.” Tears filled her eyes as she whispered against his chest, “Then burn it down. Burn the book. Please.”

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?"

“This is not you. Just kill me already.” I dipped my hand into the bucket of saltwater beside me. The cold stung my fingers, but I scooped up a handful and pressed it against the burn. Her body jolted violently. Another scream tore out of her throat, rough and breaking. Her hands twisted uselessly in the ropes. Tears spilled from her eyes. She trembled, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “Please… please just kill me.” I leaned forward, my smile as sharp as the knife had been. “Not yet, sis,” I murmured. “I’m just getting started.”

Blake guided her to a passionate kiss from behind, and as they were kissing, Blake’s hand gradually went towards Sylvia’s womanly spot, and his fingers glided to her petals and parted them to reveal the small bud protruding from within. Their actions within the tub became more turbulent, and the waters were churning over the motions of Blake and Sylvia. Feeling the fluids gushing out of Sylvia different from the water, Blake knew she was ready for him. Blake then rose out of the tub with them still clinging to each other and glided to the floor. With a wave of his hand, he created a warm breeze and dried their bodies while still enthralled in their actions toward one another. Momentarily sto

“Tell me the truth. Are we done yet or I’ll make you cum the third time and this time, I'll use my dick.” Sylvia shut her eyes and threw her head backward while her lips trembled. David sighed. “You don’t need to say a word. I have my response.” She slowly opened her eyes. “What are you doing to me, David?” “I’ll make myself worthy of your love Sylvia. I’m sorry for what happened at the bar yesterday.” David said and moved to the door. Sylvia slowly moved away. She squatted and reached for her towel. “Nice ass!” David mumbled and stepped out.

"I got the SD card from the dashcam, and it's all there—clear footage of your scheming." I turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, I'm playing this footage now. I want you all to see the true faces of these two monsters." I raised my voice so that everyone could hear me clearly. Then, I hit 'play' on my phone. June 3rd Yvonne: "You have a kid. My mother would never accept us being together. You should figure out how to get rid of Phoebe." Cody: "It's not easy to achieve what you want."

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

All those visions could earn was another pair of orbs, agonizing a stare so warm as that of a sauna. Two physiques standing a couple of feet apart, unswerving. But only if one could peep inside those iron seeming towers, it was nothing more than a vapid, abandoned arrangement of bones which once was a home of lively souls. No matter how much desire those figures were carrying for the last touch, there was something which might be called invisible to others, but was so opaque to these visions, standing firmly, forbidding their last desire to come true. No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart.

My vision blurred, and I succumbed to darkness, reassured by Doctor Bryan's promise that I'd be fine by tomorrow, although the cut will definitely take a while to heal. I was enveloped in a dream so vivid, so real, that it felt like a parallel reality. Carl and I were together, basking in a warmth that seemed almost palpable. My belly was swollen, a gentle curve that seemed to glow with an ethereal light. Carl's hands cradled my stomach, his fingers splayed like a benediction. Then, his head bent, his ear pressed against my skin, listening to the whispers of our unborn child. His smile was a work of art, a masterpiece that illuminated the space around us. "She'll be Diana," he whispered, his