Sylvia Day Crossfire Novel Novels & Stories

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

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.

SIENNA There was something dark about the fire that invited death to the scene. It was alluring to me, maybe it was because I didn’t want to lost Sylvester just yet. He and I haven’t even had time to bond and I hated the guilt that lingered in my chest. Was I wrong to have lied about my feelings for him and even why I was doing everything possible to avoid him? I stared at the fire with tears streaming down my face. The only entrance I knew of was gone and destroyed by the fire. How was he going to make it out alive now?

The fire on the beach had died down and all that remained were the glowing embers, and the remains of the charred woman, roped to the stake. Faye looked down. She was wearing a long white dress and her feet were bare as she walked over the burning embers, her arm outstretched to touch the woman’s blackened face. Her eyes were open. ‘Help me, ’the woman whispered, as hot blood flowed from her mouth, over Faye’s hand. ’Please help me. ’

Austin and I hadn't talked for days. I hurriedly made my way to the wooden hut. As soon as I opened the door, the familiar figure I'd been yearning for days appeared before me. I heard a loud thump of my heart banging against my ribcage. "I want to claim my prize." Then, Austin closed the distance between us with just one long stride. He held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply. His kisses were hot and passionate. He was as hungry as a wolf that had been starving for days. His eyes were like a whirlpool oozing with honey as they drew me into the vortex.

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

She grabbed a bottle and smashed it against the back of Aunt Tiffany's head. "This is my family's business, Tiffany! Stay out of it!" she yelled. Glass shattered across the floor. Aunt Tiffany cried out while clutching the back of her head, blood dripping down the floor. Everyone rushed forward to check on her. But Mom quietly grabbed the lighter and lit the envelope on fire. The moment the flame touched the alcohol-soaked envelope, it surged and devoured the paper in seconds. In the flickering light, Mom's face was flushed as she giggled. "See that? What I say goes in this house. Both of them listen to me. Frank better get into Horvard next time and make me proud!"

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE SERENA'S POV Just like that… everything happened so fast. Faster than I had expected. I dragged Mr. Cruz's unconscious body back into his tiny quarters, making sure there wasn't a single trail leading back to me. My hands were trembling, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, but I forced myself to stay calm. Panic was for fools. I poured the fuel, struck the match, and watched the flames swallow everything. The fire spread hungrily through the building, devouring wood, furniture, memories... and every piece of evidence along with it. I stood from a distance, watching the blazing inferno paint the night sky orange, my expression blank despite the chaos unfolding b

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

“But you gave her peace, Mia. She knew she wasn’t alone.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to cling to that thought, but it wasn’t enough to ease the ache in my chest. The fire was lit, and the flames slowly began to consume the pyre, crackling and hissing as they rose higher, licking at the wood and cloth. The scent of burning wood filled the air, and with it, a sense of finality. Sylvia was gone.