Sylvia Day Best Book Novels & Stories

"It's not about work," Yoel said. He walked over, set a blue folder on the coffee table in front of me, and looked more serious than I had ever seen him. "It's a proposal." I picked up the folder, confused. On the cover, in bold print, a single line read, "Proposal for Establishing a Long-Term and Exclusive Lifelong Strategic Partnership with Ms. Nova Grayson." My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the folder. I took a deep breath and opened to the first page.

"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.

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, if this is the first of my work you've read, you can try TANGLED LIFE; LOVE IN COAT OF HATE Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly

"Get over here and bring my stuff in. Then, get me an iced americano, pronto. It's so hot out here!" What ridiculous demands. I chuckled and hung up on him. Shawn paused, but his confidence continued to swell as he grinned. "She can't express herself well enough. She's just another petty woman. I'll make her grovel for half an hour." The other classmates were delighted. "She's a SAT top scorer, but she's that petty? You'd better keep her on a tight leash, Shawn." "How do you even train your girlfriend? Have you ever considered writing a book? I'll be your loyal customer!"

In a soft voice, she said, "You haven't been home in so long. I heard you went abroad. Were you with Sofia?" With tears in her eyes, she continued, "Sofia is the best sister I could ask for. Without her around, I feel like something's missing. I hope we can go back to how things were before and live together like a famiglia. Please take me with you to get Sofia back." Mario, Bruno, and Giuliano looked at her coldly. Not a single one stepped forward to comfort her. Bianca wiped the tears from her cheeks and gazed into the distance with a longing look. "Sofia probably left because she wasn't in a good state of mind. After all, her face was injured so badly."

The Day Lily Said “I Love You” Without Actually Saying the Words It happened on a rainy afternoon. God. The kind of afternoon that made the entire house feel warm. Safe. Home. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the ocean beyond the cliffs disappeared beneath gray mist. Everything felt peaceful. Fair. Lily sat in the living room surrounded by books, toys, and approximately seventeen objects that were definitely not toys but somehow became toys anyway. Reasonable honestly. Meanwhile, Adrian worked on his laptop.

"Wow! and you're here working for the librarian, telling me you're not in charge. Pushed away all students with your odd remarks. A......nd..... told me I don't know anything about what's inside these books...you must really be smart and rich!" Pia started stacking the books back. "What you don't know won't kill you." Pia displayed an emotionless yet devilish smile while she moved to do a little whisper. Well, if you can call it a smile. Andrew followed her. Before he took his dramatic exit, he went passed the girl, intentionally moving to whisper too the words: "But I am...powerful." Andrew vanished off while Pia continued her errand, not really paying attention to the details of what Andre

I don't care. She fell silent as she had no defense against the words I'd slung at her. She bent and picked up the flowers. "I'll leave, but at least keep the flowers. I owe you this much." I chortled at her audacity. "You owe me more than your life's worth. The flowers are nothing compared to your debt." Zoe never showed up in my sight since that day. Rumors claimed she went to an enclosed cram school that had less than two days off every month. That was the end of what I knew.

It landed with the weight of eleven weeks and four failed coats and mornings spent freezing beside a cliff in the North with a mannequin and a stopwatch. "The VOSS Autumn collection," I said. "The one you offered to purchase this morning. The one that is not for sale." Daniel looked at the book. His fingers rested on the cover without opening it. Something crossed his face that I could not immediately name. Not guilt. Something quieter. The expression of a man beginning to take an honest account of himself and not liking what he finds.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta