Sylvia Day Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

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.

"Anyway whatever it is you are looking for it should all be on there" "I could fucking kiss you right now" I whisper into her ear but not before the office door swings open and my sister walks in only stopping to greet Isabella and give her a friendly hug like she does, and then catching us up on what pops has been up to. "Who is it I'll be hurting today?" She asks with a wicked grin on her face. "Claire." That is all I spit out. Once we've filled my sister in on what had happened with Isabella and Sacramento, she heads to her room to get out of her white top to get into her darker clothing.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals. “Oh, I see. And who might that be?” “Cello Clare!” I said as I relaxed, squeezing the fragile flower in my fist. When I opened my hand, the burnt part had fallen off and the still red part remained beautifully carved. “Okay, you’ll have to explain it better than that. Another one of your...conquests?” Fabrizio asked, emphasizing the last word, knowing the problem I was facing. “That’s the problem, that this time something happened inside me and not only was I like a volcano ready to erupt, but I lost her too.” I said, only in my voice there was no longer regret but dismay. That woman had to be mine at all costs.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Mom was busy putting away the materials, so she didn't look up as she said, "Sorry, but we're not taking any more orders today." She turned to me. "Rosie, can you go take a look?" I grunted. Then, I heard a familiar ringtone. I faltered and looked up. I froze when I saw the people at the door. "What are you guys doing here?" Dad's usually cold expression was replaced with joy. He even stumbled a little as he hurried toward us. "I've finally found you and your mother, Rosie. Everyone said you two died in that fire, but I didn't believe it. How could a fire burn a person's body so thoroughly that there weren't even any bones left behind?

She didn't need pictures to see him. Since the moment they had met, they'd engaged in a strange dance, obsessed with each other. He lusted, while she hated. Or she wanted to hate him. She knew what a sick bastard he was. He was a killer. Yet she couldn't forget the way he had touched her. His hard, demanding hands bringing her body to life in a way she'd never before experienced. In a way she thought she was incapable of. Except for the few orgasms she experienced through masturbation, as a release more than anything, she thought she was pretty much frigid. The few guys she'd taken to bed weren't much help in convincing her otherwise. She had given up even trying to discover passion a few ye