Sylvia Day Best Books Novels & Stories

"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

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!]

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.

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

She sat across from me. Her face was composed. But her eyes— Surely there was guilt there, but something else too. Something sharp. Ambition. "You should be apologizing to Everly, not to me," I said. "I don't have time for this." I hoped she'd take the hint and leave. Ordinarily, someone like her would never set foot in my office. It was only because she was Everly's sister. But Ruby didn't leave. "I heard your Luna can't have children anymore," she said.

"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!"

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

'' 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.

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

" Ethan froze mid-step, his body visibly trembling, before he rushed away. With that, the chaotic room went silent, leaving just me and my mother. I kept my head lowered, silently squatting to clean up the broken shards. My mother sighed deeply and softly called my name. "Claire, I've known everything for a long time now. "The day you came back, I had waited. I waited for you to kneel in front of your father's portrait and confess the truth to me. But you didn't. "Then that heartless man showed up to deceive me, and I waited for you to wake up and tell me yourself. But you didn't." She looked at me disappointedly. "Claire, are you truly planning to entrust yourself to someone like Ethan West