Sylvia Day Crossfire Books Novels & Stories

Drunk is better. I open a full bottle of whisky and drink a fourth of it down in one swallow. The burn is exactly what I need in order to forget. I fear the smell of Laryn's bride's scorched flesh will haunt me forever. I take another drink and sink back against the pillow*s. Through my bleary eyes, I gaze at the door when I hear it open. She's lovely. She also appears angry when she looks from me to the two women. I think her name is Sierra. Sarn's story next... END OF PART TWO

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

But before he could make any decisions we already ended up crossing our limits during our date because of which our relation almost got bitter as he was very much guilty of whatever happened between us even though I tried to make him understand that it was just a coincident and that none of us did it by choice but it happened just because we both lost control over our senses And soon after that the very next day we were about to fly for Brazil and during the flight time I came across the book and just started reading which contained the story of a character called Sylvia and I also stumbled upon the fact that soon after I started reading the book the incidents of the book started taking plac

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

Sol sighs and looks at the ceiling for a moment, “Only that you should pay close attention to the colour of the flames you can produce. There are legends, in the book that will help you understand what they might mean.” She groans and nods, “I already burned white hot before, the first time I called flame. Back at the old Guild House, before I was taken the second time.” Sol blinks and nods, “Then keep practising. Control is the main thing to work on. The rest will come with time.” She nods and grabs the book from the coffee table and walks off upstairs, calling over her shoulder as she goes,

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

“She’s not being fed lies. She’s becoming the lie. She is no longer the flame that warmed you. She is the fire that will burn this world down.” I stand, pacing, fists clenched. My heart wants to deny it. To scream it’s not true. But my mind is starting to see the cracks. She didn’t reach for me. She didn’t stay. She didn’t come back. “You still want to believe she’s good,” Sariyah purrs behind me, her presence heavy and coiled. “That you can save her. But what if saving her… means destroying her? What if you have to burn away the shadow to get your Ember back?”

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

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Sylvia had no bra on yet her breasts stood firm in that top. With desire burning in his eyes, David darted his gaze to her jeans and began to wrestle with the button. With her hands tugged inside his hair, she moaned when David pulled her jeans down. “Wait!” Sylvia cried out. Her conscience had just struck her just when David was about to slip his hands in between her thighs. Ignoring her cry, David went ahead and plunged his fingers into her. She moaned at an instant and her eyes began to roll backward. Sylvia’s hands began to tremble as she fought to stay with David’s tempo. He was moving his fingers back and forth into her so quickly that not even a vibrator could do the trick.