Novel & Cerita Sylvia Day Crossfire Series

stop him as he took off flying high above the mansion. The three of us took off after him and circled around him to try and keep him from breathing fire. I mind linked Bo and told him if he got the chance to restrain Willix that he needed to take it and ground him as quick as possible to minimize the damage he was causing. Orange fire rained down and soon we were headed towards Jadeville. I knew my mate was still there trying to save as many people as he could. Bo and Caroline flanked Willix at the last minute and pushed him away from the town. Reya flew in front of him to try and stop the fire storm he was spraying over the land. I knew it was a risky move but I also knew that his fire was

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

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?"

He'll never reach me in time. He yells and I smile. Whatever he says, it's too late. I dive. The wind slides over my flesh and the burning sensation takes hold of me again. It builds and it feels as if my entire body is eaten by flames. The pain stops my breath. I've almost died of cancer, crossed realms, and been cast aside by a dragon. I can handle pain.

And when she pulled back, breathing ragged, she said: “You’re not the only one who can play with fire, Damian.” Their eyes locked. And in that moment, something changed. They weren’t predator and prey anymore. They were two beasts tangled in the same sin—burning, dangerous, and doomed. Outside, the storm that had been brewing all night finally broke—thunder rattled the windows, wind howled against the mansion walls. Inside, two people who should never have touched were unraveling each other in silence. And neither of them knew— Vivienne Cross was still alive. Watching. Waiting.

Third-person POV At that moment, Frank was sitting in his office, reviewing the investigation report his subordinates had sent him. The first report was a miscarriage report, which clearly stated that Darcy had suffered a miscarriage on the day of the fire. The cause of the miscarriage had also been determined through investigation and reviewing surveillance footage. Frank had shaken off Darcy's hand during the fire and hadn't heard her cries for help. The second report stated that Johanna had been deliberately spreading rumors to manipulate public opinion around this time.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

Our tongues moved in slow rhythm, brushing, teasing, learning each other all over again. I pulled back just an inch, breath mingling with hers. “Are you okay? I don’t want to hurt you—” “You’re not,” she whispered, pulling me back in. “I want this. I want you.” God. I kissed her again, deeper this time, letting the hand at her waist drift lower—curving over the slope of her hips. She arched slightly into me with a soft sound in her throat that made me feel like I was made of fire.

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.

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.