Sylvia Day Bared To You Series Order Novels & Stories

Sylvia had no bra on yet her breasts stood firm in that top. With desire burning in his eyes, David darted his gaze to her jeans and began to wrestle with the button. With her hands tugged inside his hair, she moaned when David pulled her jeans down. “Wait!” Sylvia cried out. Her conscience had just struck her just when David was about to slip his hands in between her thighs. Ignoring her cry, David went ahead and plunged his fingers into her. She moaned at an instant and her eyes began to roll backward. Sylvia’s hands began to tremble as she fought to stay with David’s tempo. He was moving his fingers back and forth into her so quickly that not even a vibrator could do the trick.

“One…the day I dreamed of freedom.” He replied softly, “Two…the moment I swore I’d burn everything down to protect you.” The outline of the shadow-father cracked under their words as the room groaned around them. In desperation, Camela screamed out loud. “Three…I’m not your bride. I’m not your chain. I’m not your count!” The door behind them burst open, flooding the space with white light once again. They stumbled out, falling back into the red staircase as the door slammed shut behind them with a deafening bang.

I bent down and picked it up. There was only one sentence written on it. Stop asking questions. My heart began beating faster. I looked toward the door. Nobody. I turned the paper over. Nothing. Then I heard footsteps in the hallway. I quickly shoved the paper beneath my pillow. The door opened. Luca walked in. He closed it behind him. His eyes immediately found mine. “What happened?” “Nothing.” He stared at me. “You're lying.” I almost smiled. “Funny. I thought you didn't lie.”

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I didn't feel like dragging the conversation any further, so I brushed it off and changed the subject. That night, I turned on my laptop for the first time in weeks, only to realize that my WhatsApp was still logged in. It was flooded with messages from Edgar. "Wanda, I was wrong. Please, just answer me. Say anything. I'll do whatever you want." "Wanda, I messed up. I'm a bastard. I should've never cheated. I'm begging you. Please forgive me." "Winifred lied to me—she was never pregnant! I'm going to kill her. She ruined everything. This is all her fault!"

Dylan’s POV “I don’t care what he thinks.” The words leave my mouth the second I wake up. The apartment is quiet around me, and the early sunlight barely pushes through the curtains while my phone lies beside my pillow. I stare at the dark screen for a long moment anyway. K’s comment from last night still sits in my head. Very annoying. I throw the blanket aside and sit up roughly. It feels like I never slept because my shoulders are already tense. Somewhere outside, traffic moves through the city below my apartment windows while my coffee machine hums quietly from the kitchen.

Andrew moved closer to Pia Drew’s ear and shouted: “Fire! Fire!” This made Pia Drew almost bump her head, trying to get out. All of this happened while Andrew was looking at her, giggling like he was the happiest idiot ever to inhabit the planet. “Well…welcome to your new life… Sunny” Andrew said with muffled giggles, put on his shades, and walked away from the devastated Pia Drew Barcenilla. --------------------

“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.”

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.

Before I could open my mouth to explain, Chloe shouted out in mock astonishment, “Gross! Her filthiness burns my eyes. I’ve seen trashy people before, but I’ve never seen anyone ruin themselves to this extent. This is sickening.” Amidst the wave of foul insults, Greg looked at me with disgust and shoved me hard, sending me crashing to the floor. Then, he grabbed a bottle of high-proof liquor from the table and poured it directly over my chest. “How dare you show up in front of me looking like this? Fine, I’ll play the good guy for once and give you a proper disinfection!” I clenched my fists tight, tears finally betraying me and bursting from my eyes. I wanted to say, Greg, do you have any i