Sylvia Day Crossfire Novel Novels & Stories

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

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

No lines left to cross. Just fire. And whoever burned first.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

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…”

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.

— The next morning, the Grove darkened. The silverleaf trees bent low. The ley lines surged. And a message arrived. Burned into the soil. Etched in blood. “She will kneel.” “She will burn.” “She will break.” — Aria stood at the altar. Her mark flared. Her voice was fire. “I will rise.” “I will protect.” “I will choose.” — The first strike came at twilight. A wave of crimson fire surged across the southern border. Villages burned. Sanctuaries fell.

Two witches raised their staffs, braiding their incantations into a burning spiral aimed directly at her heart. The Bond Surges Something broke open inside her. A rush of heat and frost surged through her veins, gold and silver light burning beneath her skin. Selene’s eyes blazed as she thrust her hands forward. A wall of flame erupted — laced with frost, burning cold and hot at once. The wolves slammed into it, howling as steam erupted from their fur. Witchfire bent sideways, sputtering out as it hit her shield. Frost crept along the ground in spirals, while fire arced overhead like a burning crown.

"I’ve burned the world to light the way. Now, let’s see if there’s anything left of me for you to save." He raised his shotgun and fired into the lock. The explosion was followed by a scream—not from the building, but from the "Sync." Ivy had felt the shot. As Dante tears through the final barrier between them, will the sight of the monster he has become be enough to shatter Ivy's devotion, or will she realize that the only way to survive the fire is to let it consume them both? (Watch out for Chapter 134) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.