Sylvia Day Books Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

Even without wasting time, he proposed a date which was that very day they were supposed to travel and likewise, Alexia decided to adopt the idea and their was set. That was the same way Alexia revealed the date to Clinton, he wasn’t really cool with but gave her the head on. She really felt bad that in a short while after meeting someone she loved, she was going to leave him and travel back to face a fate which she knew nothing about yet. That was even she missed that flight for that scheduled date. As Bruno got his ticket for that day, Alexia got a next day ticket purposely but didn’t disclose it to him. For his mind, they were still up with the plan of traveling same day. She also felt ve

SELENE. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden streaks across the sheets. For a moment, I allowed myself to bask in it, letting the warmth seep into my skin and lull me into a sense of fleeting peace. The night had been… intense. Overwhelming. Consuming. I was ravaged by the beast called Damien Cross, and my sore thighs were proof of that. And for a few stolen seconds, it felt natural, like a life I had no right to imagine.

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 016: Coffee and Tantrums Sofia woke up bright and early Saturday morning, it was the day of the coffee shop event and she was so excited, she was more excited as she woke up to a text from Spencer saying his good morning and wishing her the best day and a successful event, nothing could ruin her day as Spencer had made it wonderful. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and did her morning routine before heading down to see Mary.

With a snap, the pen drive broke into two. My eyes flew wide open. Even my breathing turned labored. “Alania, do you really think we’re so stupid that we didn’t notice that you set up those cameras? The pen drive is destroyed. You can’t sue us anymore.” Joy crossed her arms and cackled. Jeremy hugged her and shoved me. I stumbled and fell to the floor. Then, he threw a set of documents at me. “Alania, be sensible and sign the divorce agreement saying that you’ll agree to a clean divorce. Otherwise, I can’t promise that you’ll leave this place alive.”

I was an employee at a secretive research lab located overseas, and I accidentally discovered an impending apocalypse known as the pyro-calypse, so I resigned from my job immediately. But before I left, I signed an NDA with the research lab that stated I must never leak any details about the apocalypse to other people to prevent mass panic on a global scale. After getting off the plane, I went home with my luggage in town. I hoped to convince my mom, Dorothy Locke, and my younger brother, Nicholas Kennedy, to head to the mountains, where we could stock up on supplies and tough out the apocalypse there.

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.