Sylvia Day Crossfire Books Novels & Stories

***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

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

His lips twisted into a wicked smile. Like a predator, he stalked closer and suddenly pounced. Selena jolted awake, fear crashing through her body. She tried to scream, but his hand clamped tightly over her mouth. She struggled fiercely, clawing and kicking with all the strength she could muster. In her frantic fight, she shoved him backward. He stumbled into the small wooden table beside her bed. The candle. The single flame wavered before toppling, catching the curtain in an instant. Within seconds, fire raced upward, devouring the fabric with terrifying hunger.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 016: Coffee and Tantrums Sofia woke up bright and early Saturday morning, it was the day of the coffee shop event and she was so excited, she was more excited as she woke up to a text from Spencer saying his good morning and wishing her the best day and a successful event, nothing could ruin her day as Spencer had made it wonderful. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and did her morning routine before heading down to see Mary.

," I coughed and begged but she didn't stop in her tracks. She continued walking until she got to the door and locked it, not giving me a chance to escape. I stared at the locked door, panic surging through my veins. The flames danced and roared, devouring everything in their path. The air grew thick with smoke, making it harder and harder to breathe. Each labored breath felt like a futile struggle against the encroaching darkness. I stumbled back, the intensity of the fire pushing me away from the window. Every cough sent searing pain through my chest as if my lungs were being scorched from the inside out. Desperation flooded my mind as I realized there was no way out. I was trapped in this

The scent of burning wood and something else—something unnatural—filled my lungs. Something wasn’t right. I turned to the Gamma. "Has anyone found the cause of the fire?" He shook his head. "Not yet, but it spread too fast. Almost like it was set intentionally." Rage flared inside me. An attack? Here? Now? A scream split the air. I turned just in time to see a section of a burning building collapse, sending sparks flying into the night. One of the warriors barely managed to pull a young girl out of the way before it crushed her.

Allison’s POV There are two types of women in this world, those who cry when a man cheats, and those who set his suits on fire. Me? I’m the third type. I flirt my way into his damn office and help my best friend burn his empire to the ground. “Five minutes,” I whispered in Jeron’s ear, watching his Adam’s apple bob like he’d swallowed a golf ball. “Just five… and I’ll owe you one.” Jeron blinked, cheeks flushed like a schoolboy caught staring. “I really shouldn’t…”

His shadows bucked violently at his back, screaming warnings, begging him to stop, but he didn’t care. The flames shredded his skin raw, peeling him to the bone. He didn’t care. She was in there. She had to be. But when the fire finally parted, when the smoke cleared, there was nothing. No body. No Sierra. Just ruin. Just ash. Just silence. Malick fell to his knees, his voice breaking again and again against the hollow night. “Sierra! Sierra!” But the world no longer answered. Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break.

The air around her warmed, not with death, but with life that refused to kneel. Below us, Emberfall’s warriors roared. Hope moved through our side. I felt it. So did Lucian. His mouth opened. Black fire came. Seraphina rose to meet it. Golden fire burst from our throat. The two flames collided above Vandwood. For one impossible second, the sky split into gold and black. Lucian’s fire did not only burn. It killed the air. The smoke it made crawled like disease, and where drops of it fell to the ground, grass blackened, stone cracked, and bodies already dead seemed to sink deeper into ruin. But Seraphina’s fire pushed through it, bright and living, burning away the edges of the black flame, ea