Sylvia Day Books Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

felt like my soul would burst. I felt Selwyn try to reach me through our bond but he couldn’t leave the library. His confusion and worry for me was seeping into the corners of my mind. Then I felt his furry as he shifted and began ripping apart the library. I knew Prince Scott wouldn’t let him hurt anyone if they entered the library. I couldn’t reach out to my treasure to reassure him as the pain became unbearable. I screamed as my body elevated off the bed and erupted into blue flames. I trusted the mother goddess and knew she wouldn’t kill me but I never imagined that a recharge from her would be like this. Dragons were forged in fire and we didn’t burn at all but these flames felt like I

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

“But you gave her peace, Mia. She knew she wasn’t alone.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to cling to that thought, but it wasn’t enough to ease the ache in my chest. The fire was lit, and the flames slowly began to consume the pyre, crackling and hissing as they rose higher, licking at the wood and cloth. The scent of burning wood filled the air, and with it, a sense of finality. Sylvia was gone.

I groan low, pressing fully against her, losing myself in her heat, in her scent, in the way her body yields to mine. “Crosswalk…” she whispers, almost a plea, almost a warning, almost surrender. I let my lips meet hers again, hard, deep, urgent. Her hands roam my back, tugging me closer, needing me even as she tries to resist. Her legs tighten around me, her body flush against mine, every inch of her trembling, every gasp, every moan, a symphony of fire I can’t resist.

--- Only tomorrow. Cliffhanger As the sun rose higher, a small silver spark appeared on the horizon. Tiny. Almost invisible. --- Lyra frowned. --- The spark drifted closer. --- Closer. --- Until it landed gently in her palm. --- A single silver flame. --- The last fragment of the First Flame. --- And inside it, a familiar voice whispered: "This isn't the end of the story."

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

And I can't wait to share Doris and Brad's story with you soon in the next book in the duology— "Love's Inferno: When Fire Meets Ice" Big Heart, Bethel W.C. Eke

" While pondering which of the many books I've read is the best, I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and find Jacob staring. He doesn't look away even though I've caught him watching me. Hannah is talking to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening; his full attention is on me. Why is he so focused on me? I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since Hannah hasn't left his side during the flight. There is so much I want to say to him. "Sarah?" Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. "Yes?" "I asked you a question." "Oh yes, you did." I give him a brief smile. "If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say-" "The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole," Jacob says before I can. I turn to

I owe it to you to make you powerful. My mind fractured. Images and symbols I didn’t recognize flashed in my head—ancient and very old. And then— Darkness. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and I was in a realm where fire fell from the sky and darkness, pain, and suffering reigned. This is going to be your world soon, Saraphina. Chains of flames clasped around me, and they burned. I cried out in pain—and I was back to reality again. It wasn’t really, but it felt so real. Too real. Was it all in my head, or was I actually there? I wasn’t sure.

I love and hate being right. I lower my head, and I slightly shake my head in amusement. I don't want Corina to figure out we are all making fun of her. She seems like the type of person to be slow in figuring out stuff. But once she does, 'Hell hath no fury.' I don't want to be in the cross-hairs of her ire. "You are lower than nothing, nursemaid," she hisses at me. Too fucking late on not receiving her fury! I keep my eyes down. I am not in the mood to deal with a mistress. It's already been a hell of a day. Adding to my misery in dealing with my dead husband's doppelgänger mistress would be too much to bear at this juncture.