Sylvia Day Best Book Novels & Stories

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

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."

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

Today was their funeral, and I had hoped he would come to say goodbye. After countless unanswered calls, I checked Fiona's social media and found my answer. That week, Lionel had been busy planning Eva's birthday party and helping them move into a luxury apartment. Their photos showed lavish housewarming dinners and poolside celebrations. One picture showed the three of them in swimsuits, Lionel and Fiona holding Eva up in the water, all wearing brilliant smiles. The caption read, [Life is beautiful because of your boundless love. Every warm moment exists because of you.] Looking at Lionel's smile in those photos, any remaining warmth in my heart turned to ice. I turned to Luke and said, "Le

'' Sylvia sighed. She got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom to do her toilet business. That day, she wanted to be productive and not laze about, waiting for Remus to get back. She wanted to put her hands in many things but that was when she remembered that she had to finish up the book and with that, Sylvia pulled the book out of its hiding page, opening to its last page. Sylvid didn't know what she would encounter but she had a feeling that she was going to badly miss the book that had given her answers more than anybody else.

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, like Tangled Life, I am also planning to apply another of my books CEO BOYFRIEND FOR RENT, just maybe, you might like to read it, when it's signed Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly

People who knew us stepped forward to defend him, praising his patience with my supposed temper and his endless tolerance of my so-called flaws. Even my best friend, Yvonne Smith, went live on her social media. She told everyone I had once confided in her that if Cody didn't behave, I would throw our daughter out of the window to make him regret it for the rest of his life. I was paralyzed with disbelief, unable to defend myself against such betrayal. And the comments online only got worse. [If even her husband and best friend say she's like this, how could it not be true?] [She's pure evil. She killed her own daughter. Someone like her deserves to die!]

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere

When I was eight, a prank by my little sister, Alice, left silver poison eating away at my heart. To save me, my dad knelt at the Temple of the Moon Goddess for ninety-nine days. Only then did he win two moonstone pendants from the Goddess, enough to hold the poison at bay. After that, Alice became the family pariah. They stopped speaking to her. They wouldn't even let her smile. For my sake, my father traveled far and wide searching for a cure for the silver poison. My mom quit her work as a healer to care for me, because the moonstone pendants needed her at the Moon Temple every day to replenish their magic. I always believed the Moon Goddess watched over me, blessing me with the best fami

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to