Sylvia Day Crossfire Novels Novels & Stories

“Im so sorry! Im so sorry! Please forgive me!” I was dumbfounded, and exchanged a glance with Mikael. He looked just as confused ad I was. It took some time to calm her down and when I did, we got the full story. She was shaking and clinging to me, tears rolling down her cheeks. “He tried to kill me. He’s ruined my life,” Daya’s shaky voice didn’t bring any feelings of sympathy to me. Instead it brought anger. She continued to speak, telling the sordid tale of how Cross quickly changed his personality and began to act more brutally towards her after I had escaped and gotten my freedom.

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.

Larry had one of those long talks with me, and my day was made worse. I blinked back to reality at the sound of a guttural growl. Sylvira fumed, and small bursts of steam escaped her nostrils. "You little wench!" she snarled. "You dare to perform such a filthy act?" Her body tensed, and smoke emerged from her body. "Okay, let's be civil here." I backed away slowly, the heat I felt from her increasing the sweat that had broken out of my body. Her mouth opened, and a ball of fire came my way. This wasn't as huge as Ramon's, but it was still large enough to cover a human. Rooted to the spot in surprise and fear, I could not dodge, and the flames made the mark.

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

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.

There it was. A wedding registry. Zach Dayton + Jane Burns. I stared at the screen, jaw clenched. I’ve never wanted to kill someone before, but I wanted to KILL Jane Burns.

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

Sylvia blabbed. Shut up, Sylvia. I don't believe you. Roxanne said. Sylvia heaved a deep breath, reminiscing on what she saw. It wasn't a dream, she definitely saw it. Her eyes shone brightly and the book too. That book..it's possessing you, stop reading it. Sylvia said and tried to take the book away. Don't touch that. Roxanne snapped and hit her hand away. Hmm, keep reading it..I don't care anyways but don't worry I'll still love you, no matter what. Sylvia said and Roxanne grinned.

," 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

I don't care. She fell silent as she had no defense against the words I'd slung at her. She bent and picked up the flowers. "I'll leave, but at least keep the flowers. I owe you this much." I chortled at her audacity. "You owe me more than your life's worth. The flowers are nothing compared to your debt." Zoe never showed up in my sight since that day. Rumors claimed she went to an enclosed cram school that had less than two days off every month. That was the end of what I knew.