Sylvia Day Books Series Novels & Stories

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

It was also clear that they weren’t supposed to know about my knowing. “She speaks nonsense,” Vivian said as her stern eyes caught Radcliff’s attention. Nodding her head in Lilith’s direction, she maintained a smile while she continued speaking. “My dear Lilith. I believe that you may have had too much sun today. We will excuse you so that you can take some air in the garden or rest in my private lounge until you feel more like yourself. Radcliff will escort you.” “It was a scorcher,” someone volunteered.

Sarah Joshua fell asleep as soon as he rolled off of me. I knew he had to have been exhausted. I’d had two naps that day if you include my interrupted nap in the car on the way up. As he lay there, breathing deeply, I took a moment to reflect on my day. It seemed like an entire lifetime had passed. I’d been touched by Nate on the car ride up and then made to sit on his lap. I’d been rubbed down with sunblock by the two most handsome boys I’d ever seen and been spanked by a middle-aged hunk all before losing my virginity to the boy I’d loved my entire life. I looked over at Joshua and was struck with a moment of guilt. As much as I tried to deny it, I’d lusted after another man. Not just anot

​I sat there on the cold floor, cradling my mother in my arms while she cried, clutching her tight as if I could shield her from the monster living under our roof—feeling entirely helpless against the dark world my father had built around us. Rory’s POV ​The next morning at the office, I was walking down the hallway trying to drop off a project file at another team member's desk when Diana practically materialized out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a quiet corner. ​"Hey, hey, hey! Come here, you little—come here, Rory!" Diana hissed, her eyes wide with uncontainable curiosity. "Tell me about your date yesterday! Spill everything right now!" ​I couldn't help the small, soft s

Sylvia patted his head and said softly, “I’m not tired. Let me stay with you for a while.” Liam widened his bright eyes. “Okay.” Sylvia carried the boy and sat down on the other couch, which showed her back at Odell. The boy quietly sat beside her with a book in his hand. Sylvia curiously had a peek at the boy’s book and she realized she did not understand a single thing about it. She took a few more glances and realized the book was about how to make a robot. A four-year-old reading such a boring book?

They had already gone through ten books, but Syanna felt like it was right under her nose. Then it hit her. Right under her nose. She glanced down at the spot she took the dragon book from, skimming the shelf for anything about vampires. Her heart leapt when she spotted a red book, with black lines all connecting to the centre where a ‘V’ sat. “This has to be it,” she mumbled to herself. “It has to be.” But as she tried to pry It open, the book wouldn’t budge. She dug her fingers between the pages, trying desperately to get it open, but it wouldn’t move.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Overall, Miyuki liked and knew how to cook, it was one of the few things she learned from her mother, and then grandma also taught her how to make a few dishes, especially the more traditional ones. After breakfast, Miyuki bought and read one of the e-books that she had reserved while waiting for a visit in Kai Ichatashiko's office. As the description and opinions of other readers indicated, the book turned out to be very interesting and addictive, so Miyuki read until late afternoon and broke away from the world of books when the newest Aoi Takashima's song was played on the radio again. It was then that Miyuki remembered his words that the night and darkness are beautiful and looked out th

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

I don't care. She fell silent as she had no defense against the words I'd slung at her. She bent and picked up the flowers. "I'll leave, but at least keep the flowers. I owe you this much." I chortled at her audacity. "You owe me more than your life's worth. The flowers are nothing compared to your debt." Zoe never showed up in my sight since that day. Rumors claimed she went to an enclosed cram school that had less than two days off every month. That was the end of what I knew.