Sylvia Day Collection Novels & Stories

He muttered, "Unfinished business?" "I'm not lying! Please go home, and I'll explain everything later, okay?" "Alright. I've submitted your paperwork to the museum, and you'll be a permanent employee soon," Lionel replied. "That's wonderful, Lionel! You're always so good to me!" Fiona exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. As Lionel returned the embrace, he slipped a tiny listening device into her purse. He heard every conversation between Fiona, Fred, and Eva for the rest of the day. "So, you got the museum job?" Fred asked.

I swallowed her juices and wrapped my hand around her thighs, holding her in place as I licked across her slit over and over again. Her moans filled the room while Dave kept calling her nasty names which only turned me on further. Vivian was your typical saint, loved perfection and was always smiling. Everything about seeing your “perfect” aunty unravel was too erotic, desire coursed through my body in waves. “Mmmm” I hummed as I latched my tongue on her clit and locked my lips, sucking hard and deep, salty juices secreting endlessly. “Le-na” her voice cracked. I felt her hands on my head, holding me in place. The action made me stick my tongue into her hole.

"I got the SD card from the dashcam, and it's all there—clear footage of your scheming." I turned to the crowd and said, "Everyone, I'm playing this footage now. I want you all to see the true faces of these two monsters." I raised my voice so that everyone could hear me clearly. Then, I hit 'play' on my phone. June 3rd Yvonne: "You have a kid. My mother would never accept us being together. You should figure out how to get rid of Phoebe." Cody: "It's not easy to achieve what you want."

“But I’ve admired your collection from afar. Kelvin, by the way. I’m in the art acquisition business. Your gallery upstairs is legendary. Mind if I steal you away for a private tour? These crowds are suffocating, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on that new Monet you just acquired.” She hesitated for a second, sipping her champagne, her lips leaving a faint red mark on the glass that I couldn’t stop staring at. I wonder if she’d taste as sweet as she looks, I thought, my pulse picking up as I imagined those lips wrapped around my cock later. But I kept my face neutral, playing the charming stranger card perfectly. “A private tour?” Lyra echoed, raising an eyebrow, but there was a spark of

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

Clad only in a thin towel, his bare chest and chiseled abs on display, I felt a blush creep up my cheeks and quickly averted my gaze. However, he handed me his phone. On the screen was a face I had not seen in ages. Bruce's former female Consigliere. Back when I had gone to see Bruce, I had stumbled upon her, nearly bare, lounging on his office sofa. With a sneer, she had said, "Don Sullivan and I are about to do something very important. You should leave." Not wanting to be a homewrecker, I kept my distance. The phone showed the surveillance footage from that day.

He probably thought I was exaggerating her condition—another ploy to get him to come to me. The room still smelled like her, as if time had frozen the moment she left it. I cried harder than I ever had before. But I didn’t let myself drown in sorrow. Instead, I packed up every trace of her, erasing her presence from the space she had spent her final days in. Before leaving, I turned back one last time. The room was spotless, empty. As if no one had ever lived here. "Goodbye," I whispered. As I carried Lucy’s belongings toward the first floor, I collided with someone—someone tall, solid.

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,

She heard him saying laughing. Diya felt her heart breaking again. Tears were trying to come from her eyes. ' Are you crazy Diya. Why did you think that there can be something more between you guys. Look at the woman Infront of you that he is friends with. How did you ever think that he will be interested in you' she thought to her self. she wanted to cry. Her first love and her first heartbreak in the same day. " Hello miss. my name is Sierra. What is your name" she heard the pretty woman asking her

Hearing his question, she answered casually, “You mean Evelyn? She moved to Southport to get married and settle down. She sold the house to us.” Mason’s face turned deathly pale. At that moment, the corner of his eye caught sight of the items inside the box the woman was holding. They were all gifts he once gave Evelyn—plush dolls, a pair of matching rings, little clay figurines… Every time he visited her home before, those things had been carefully displayed in the cabinet. Now they were tossed carelessly into a cardboard box like trash. “These… she didn’t take them with her?” He forced the words out of his throat with difficulty, as if the question itself dealt him a heavy blow.