Sylvia Day Books Series Novels & Stories

We’ll see how Sylvia keeps attracting the wrong kind of men… and how she ends up in a different kind of mess altogether. If you’d like a separate book about Mario, maybe watching him fall for a girl who’s the total opposite of Sylvia, drop a comment and let me know. I might just write it. THE END OF BOOK ONE. 💔✨

LENA The sun was setting on a quiet Sunday evening, casting warm hues of orange and pink over the backyard. Roman and I sat side by side on the wooden swing, our fingers loosely intertwined. The kids were playing on the lawn, their laughter echoing in the air. It felt... peaceful. Something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. The past few months had been a journey—one full of growth, healing, and hard decisions. But now, sitting here with Roman, the children’s laughter in the background, I could feel that we had finally reached a place where we could breathe.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Watch his knuckles go white on the steering wheel. We're driving into a trap. A carefully orchestrated trap designed to take Neah. And we have fifty-six minutes to figure out how to spring it without losing her. Ahead, smoke rises on the horizon. Iron Valley is burning. And somewhere in that fire, a scientist who thinks he owns my sister is waiting to collect his prize. Over my dead body.

She held a heavy, iron butcher”s cleaver in her hand, the blade caked with dried, dark stains. She looked at the locket in Cattley”s hand, then at the bodies in the street, and she began to laugh”a dry, hacking sound that had no humor in it. "I'm Sarah," the woman said, stepping into the moonlight. She looked at Cattleya with eyes that held the same terrifying, hollow awareness that Cattleya felt behind her own. "I was 802. I spent the last three cycles hiding in the sewers, watching the 'Kings' eat ducks and rats, waiting for the system to purge itself."

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

***Author's Note: Please read books 1-4 before reading this book or else you'll be extremely lost. You will not be able to read this as a stand-alone. Books are as follows: Book 1: P.S You're My Mate Book 2: She's My Mate Book 3: I'm His Mate Book 4: His Warm-Blooded Mate Please remember to leave a review, vote with your diamonds, and comment! _________________________________________ SYLVAIN

This was a problem. I slowly rolled off my desk and went to the sink to cleanse myself of as much of the telltale signs of sex as I could before I put myself back together. As I fastened my bra, my eyes caught sight of the books that Max had shoved out of his way. There was one lying open and displaying a drawing of a werewolf. I walked back to my desk and looked down at the book as it rested, face up, on the floor. Was someone trying to tell me something?

Sylvia quickly stepped out. “I’ll be back soon.” She slammed the front door. “I’ll just hang around,” Morris said. Sylvia aimed for the entrance and traced her way to Luna’s private ward. She sighed in relief when she got in and met Luna seated with her back resting on the wall. Luna was reading a book. Thank Goodness she wasn’t asleep; Sylvia was glad. “Still awake?” Sylvia slowly slammed the door behind her. Luna lowered the book to her chest. “Felt like reading a book. I’ve been getting useless all day.” She replied and let out a slight groan.

“Domestic?” “Yeah, he makes yummy brownies.” She said and smiled brightly at me. “Okay. Well, I want to stop by later and return your books. That series was so good!” Romy said. “Have any others?” “Yup. I have one other series. You will love it!” She said and now I raised an eyebrow at Silja. “Hey, I have to go. I will see you tonight!” she said and hung up. “Series? What kind of books?” I asked.