Sylvia Day Books Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

Sergio’s POV “Yes… daddy… fuck me harder, daddy!” Cassie whimpered into the pillow, her muffled moans driving me insane as I pounded into her, my cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire, and her body arched to meet every brutal thrust. The room was hot, sticky, filled with nothing but the sound of flesh slapping flesh and her breathless cries. I shouldn’t have been here..shouldn’t have been inside her, while Natalie was just down the hall on a conference call with her investors. But Cassie’s tight heat had me addicted, and we’d grown reckless. Too bold. Too hungry. And yet I couldn’t stop.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

- Rex sit down. Lucifron sat up immediately, but he wouldn't let go of his head. The daywalker had spoken the truth. Zog saw that now. The temperature rose like a fever in humans, and reached a point that made Lucifron fall to the ground convulsing. Flames began to come out of his body and the vampire got scared and backed away. Zog appears immediately. In all its fury, it opens its mouth and unleashes his fire, immediately setting the packhouse the vampires occupied on fire.

His lips twisted into a wicked smile. Like a predator, he stalked closer and suddenly pounced. Selena jolted awake, fear crashing through her body. She tried to scream, but his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. She struggled fiercely, clawing and kicking with all the strength she could muster. In her frantic fight, she shoved him backward. He stumbled into the small wooden table beside her bed. The candle. The single flame wavered before toppling, catching the curtain in an instant. Within seconds, fire raced upward, devouring the fabric with terrifying hunger.

Sylvia blabbed. Shut up, Sylvia. I don't believe you. Roxanne said. Sylvia heaved a deep breath, reminiscing on what she saw. It wasn't a dream, she definitely saw it. Her eyes shone brightly and the book too. That book..it's possessing you, stop reading it. Sylvia said and tried to take the book away. Don't touch that. Roxanne snapped and hit her hand away. Hmm, keep reading it..I don't care anyways but don't worry I'll still love you, no matter what. Sylvia said and Roxanne grinned.

The brute had redone the bindings tighter—so tight, he couldn’t feel his fingers. But he didn’t care. Not when Ilana was folding in on herself like she was disappearing. Not after what Nathan said. Calix swallowed hard, heart thudding like war drums in his chest. His jaw ached from clenching it so long. His stomach felt like it was full of broken glass. You know why she locks up when someone touches her too close?” The words echoed like gunshots in his skull. He had suspected she carried ghosts. Everyone did. She’d never made a secret of the blood on her hands. But this wasn’t about a mission gone wrong. This wasn’t war.

she says, her next response like a stab in the heart, “and that’s why nothing can happen between us, Fletcher. Ever.” She tries to sever our connection, but I hold on tight, refusing to let her go just yet, if ever. Bringing her knuckles to my lips, I place the softest kiss there before looking up to meet her gaze once again. “I am sorry, Fireball,” I whisper, keeping my voice gentle. “But I am afraid it won’t be that simple.” Stepping back a few paces, we stare in silence before she spins around and crosses into the New Moon territory. Mars and I stay put, watching her until we can no longer see her blonde hair.

I'll make orders and you'll do them instantly. She was nervous, shocked, and wondered what she had gotten into. Even though she found him attractive, she didn't know it would happen so soon with dominance and power. She wants him as well, and he was irresistibly hot with his bare chest and the black pants he was in, she could see the hardness of his cock from his pants. She quickly moved over to the table where his laptop and books were kept to drop the tray.

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”