Sylvia Day Collection Novels & Stories

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

"Get over here and bring my stuff in. Then, get me an iced americano, pronto. It's so hot out here!" What ridiculous demands. I chuckled and hung up on him. Shawn paused, but his confidence continued to swell as he grinned. "She can't express herself well enough. She's just another petty woman. I'll make her grovel for half an hour." The other classmates were delighted. "She's a SAT top scorer, but she's that petty? You'd better keep her on a tight leash, Shawn." "How do you even train your girlfriend? Have you ever considered writing a book? I'll be your loyal customer!"

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

“Professor Reynolds caught me daydreaming about your cock. I need you so fucking bad right now.” He kissed me hungrily, his thick fingers finding my dripping pussy. I dropped to my knees, pulled out his massive cock, and sucked him deep into my mouth. “Mmm, Daddy… your cock tastes so good,” I moaned between slurps. “I love sucking you at work. Fuck my throat, please.” “Harder… yes, just like that,” he groaned, guiding my head. “Oh fuck, right there, princess. Faster. Take me deeper. Yes… oh there… your mouth is perfect.”

Truth be told, I had not taken it seriously, thinking she was just trying to spare me from embarrassment. However, Sienna stopped in her tracks, her voice serious as she said, "Jim, I meant every word. "You've just come out of a rough marriage, so I get that you're cautious. However, I'll take it step by step, and win you over with my heart," she said with sincerity. It caught me off guard. I told Sienna I needed a little more time. Later, I got a message from Marvin. Charles was battling depression, which kept him from working normally, yet he could not stand the thought of Holly having any male assistants around her.

SERENA The one day of the year meant for love, filled with chocolates, flowers, and streets drowned in red, became the day that the world I knew finally crumbled. I should have been at home, curled up on the couch with a book, pretending this day didn’t exist, like I’ve been doing for the past two years in my marriage. But instead, here I was storming down the spotless hallway of the five-star hotel, the slippers I wore made soft slaps against the glossy marble floor, my heart beating fast.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

nothing. Abegail whimpered and turned again. The sun had abated to be replaced by a torrential rain outside the cabin window. The daily afternoon drenching. The sudden relief of temperature. Sun Li rising in Abegail's dream now. Embracing her, comforting her, carrying her to his low bed in the middle of a pavilion perched on a rock outcropping high above a ravine. Water cascading from a fall across the ravine. Cascading thick, black hair on her breasts and belly and thighs. A cooling tongue heating her up at her very core. The sound of lutes and flutes and the filling of her inside by a throbbing cylinder of strength and peace and passion. Sun Li humming to her, comforting her, as he rises u

Because inside— God. Wasn't just her sketchbook. Fair. There were dozens of things. Reasonable honestly. Dozens. God. Hair clips. Fair. Toys. Reasonable. Books. God. Shells. Fair. Spoons. Reasonable honestly. An entire collection. God. Peanut's Collection. Fair. Version 2. Reasonable. The upgraded edition. God. Then Lily spotted her sketchbook. Fair. Perfectly safe. Reasonable. Completely untouched.