Sylvia Day Crossfire Books Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE – EXTENDED Title: What the Fire Forgot Book Two: Throne of Fire & Favors: Loyalty Is a Loaded Gun Time: 4 Months After Naomi Raines' Death Location: Valeburn City, Southside Block, Navarro-District Border Weather: Overcast with the smell of distant smoke and oil; a light wind rustles charred flyers across blood-washed pavement Soundscape: Buzzing streetlamps, the soft clink of bottles, low whimpers from alley shadows, and sirens like lullabies for broken cities

“We both know you wouldn’t dare.” “Try me,” she whispered with a wicked smile, then kissed him hard. Their bodies moved with practiced rhythm. This wasn’t love,it was lust, greed, and power games all wrapped into one heated exchange. Clothes flew off. Moans filled the room. And when it was over, they lay there breathless, not from emotion, but from the thrill of getting everything they wanted without consequences. Tamara lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed it to Rumero. “So what’s next?”

As he spoke, his hand inched toward my chest. "What did you stuff in there? They look pretty real. Could it be silicone?" His words and actions lit a fire of rage inside me. To make things worse, the masculine scent he gave off stirred something primal inside me. Before I could stop it, a wave of desire surged, threatening to consume every part of me. I shoved Morgan aside, desperate to get away. But my legs gave out, and darkness quickly swallowed my vision. Meanwhile, Morgan assumed I was just playing hard to get. He grabbed my wrist, refusing to let go.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Althaia Three days have passed since Sofia tried to kill me, and three days since I last spoke to Damiano. I have been staying in Cara’s room as I didn’t feel like seeing Damiano right now. Cara tried to talk to me about it, but I wasn’t ready to talk loudly about how Damiano and Sofia had fucked. Oh, and how he somehow thought it was a brilliant idea to keep her under his roof while getting his dick wet by someone else. Yet I was still missing him.

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

I love and hate being right. I lower my head, and I slightly shake my head in amusement. I don't want Corina to figure out we are all making fun of her. She seems like the type of person to be slow in figuring out stuff. But once she does, 'Hell hath no fury.' I don't want to be in the cross-hairs of her ire. "You are lower than nothing, nursemaid," she hisses at me. Too fucking late on not receiving her fury! I keep my eyes down. I am not in the mood to deal with a mistress. It's already been a hell of a day. Adding to my misery in dealing with my dead husband's doppelgänger mistress would be too much to bear at this juncture.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

She comes off as a person who can intimidate every other person with her eloquence and boldness. I can feel her eyes go through every part of my skin as she speaks, looking at me. “Yes. We are.” Sloane says in enthusiasm, like my crumbling life is another adventure she is about to explore. Susan walks over to the parlour and picks up the Divorce file, Ares had handed over to me. She opens it and flips the pages fast before she closes it with a loud slap and turns in my direction. “We need to buy some people on our side. Do you have access to a large amount of money?”