Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels Novels & Stories

The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine. My breath caught, my body poised on the edge of surrender. This was more than a trial—it was a crucible, a reckoning. The shard thrummed in my chest, ready to either crown me or consume me. But as I raised my foot toward the circle of fire, one thought cut deeper than all the rest—when the flames closed in, would they honor Selena Cross… or awaken Ashara once and for all?

He raised his hand to knock but before he could the door opened and a woman stood there with David Chen behind her. She was maybe in her late forties with graying hair and eyes that looked tired in ways that had nothing to do with sleep. When she saw Damien her entire body went rigid, her hand gripping the doorframe so hard her knuckles turned white. "Sarah," David said gently, his hand on her shoulder. "This is Damien Cross. The man who killed Marcus." The words hung in the air like accusation and truth mixed together and I watched Sarah's face cycle through emotions too fast to name. Rage and grief and something that looked almost like relief flashed across her features before settling int

Chapter 54: Cornered Flames “Alexander, wait up!” Sophia called out, her heels clicking fast across the courtyard stones as she waved that folder like it was an invitation to her bed. Brady kept pace right beside her, his easy grin flashing my way. My stomach twisted tight. I grabbed Alexander’s arm, pulling him closer even as my pussy still throbbed from what we’d just done against that glass wall. His cum was still leaking down my thighs, warm and sticky under my skirt. “Don’t stop walking,” I whispered sharply. “Act normal.”

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

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.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

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

It wasn’t her though; it was Osline, but it’s still the same thing. I had to burn my hand to match the exact pain she’s probably feeling, to punish myself. I know it’s crazy, but like I said, I can’t help it. After I rinse away the spilled coffee, I open the cupboard and pull out my lighter. For a moment my stomach drops. I stare at it, heart racing in my ribs. I flick the flame and press it to my arm. I hold back my scream as it keeps burning me. This is what happens when I can’t stop thinking about ‘her’ I have to hurt myself until I can stop.

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.

I love and hate being right. I lower my head, and I slightly shake my head in amusement. I don't want Corina to figure out we are all making fun of her. She seems like the type of person to be slow in figuring out stuff. But once she does, 'Hell hath no fury.' I don't want to be in the cross-hairs of her ire. "You are lower than nothing, nursemaid," she hisses at me. Too fucking late on not receiving her fury! I keep my eyes down. I am not in the mood to deal with a mistress. It's already been a hell of a day. Adding to my misery in dealing with my dead husband's doppelgänger mistress would be too much to bear at this juncture.