Sylvia Day Crossfire Books Novels & Stories

She'd said it would be safer that way. "I did exactly what she asked. You all burned it last night. How is that my fault?" I said. Mom sounded confused. "Did I?" I covered my mouth, hiding a smile. Of course Mom hadn't. But she was barely sober most days, going from gambling to drinking. She couldn't even trust her own memory anymore. "Shannon, I love you, but this really might be your own doing." Dad let out a miserable groan on the other end of the line. "What do we do now? What are we supposed to do?"

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

She flipped him the finger as she continued to walk away, hips swinging, her purple nail polish glinting in the bright light. "I fucking love you, woman!" She laughed and looking back over her shoulder, blew him a kiss. "I love you too, fighter man." END OF BOOK TWO

Alice snapped Kingston roll his eyes and walked away from her sight “You really won’t say anything about It?” Alice asked Kingston didn’t say a word “Fine,,goodbye” Alice said and turned back She walked away Kingston fold his fists angrily,,his hands which was placed on the table started bringing out some flames of fire,,his eyes and hair turning red. The table was almost catching fire when the door opened again and Alice c@m£ in “I c@m£ to take my book,,,,” she st©pped when she saw Kingston and her eyes wi-de-ned

felt like my soul would burst. I felt Selwyn try to reach me through our bond but he couldn’t leave the library. His confusion and worry for me was seeping into the corners of my mind. Then I felt his furry as he shifted and began ripping apart the library. I knew Prince Scott wouldn’t let him hurt anyone if they entered the library. I couldn’t reach out to my treasure to reassure him as the pain became unbearable. I screamed as my body elevated off the bed and erupted into blue flames. I trusted the mother goddess and knew she wouldn’t kill me but I never imagined that a recharge from her would be like this. Dragons were forged in fire and we didn’t burn at all but these flames felt like I

I groan low, pressing fully against her, losing myself in her heat, in her scent, in the way her body yields to mine. “Crosswalk…” she whispers, almost a plea, almost a warning, almost surrender. I let my lips meet hers again, hard, deep, urgent. Her hands roam my back, tugging me closer, needing me even as she tries to resist. Her legs tighten around me, her body flush against mine, every inch of her trembling, every gasp, every moan, a symphony of fire I can’t resist.

With a snap, the pen drive broke into two. My eyes flew wide open. Even my breathing turned labored. “Alania, do you really think we’re so stupid that we didn’t notice that you set up those cameras? The pen drive is destroyed. You can’t sue us anymore.” Joy crossed her arms and cackled. Jeremy hugged her and shoved me. I stumbled and fell to the floor. Then, he threw a set of documents at me. “Alania, be sensible and sign the divorce agreement saying that you’ll agree to a clean divorce. Otherwise, I can’t promise that you’ll leave this place alive.”

“Romance does not exist in your world. It never has. You’re a monster… just like me.” I say nothing. “The only other person who understood that was your late wife, Sabrina,” he continues. “And she realized it too late.” The word stays in my head. The room fades without warning. Heat replaces air. Flames. Sabrina’s voice, strained and breaking. “Damien… I loved you… we have two children…” The fire rises higher, swallowing her voice piece by piece. Until there is nothing left but the sound of it consuming everything.