Novel & Cerita Sylvia Day Crossfire Series

"You scheme vixen! You arranged all of this, didn't you? Trying to win me back by stooping this low!" As I struggled to breathe, I kicked him hard in the stomach, forcing him to release me. "Lionel, you idiot! How dare you try to pin this on me!" "Didn't you call me here just to destroy Fiona's image in my eyes?" I laughed coldly. "You're just too scared to face the fact that you're nothing but Fiona's pawn. You're pathetic! And that man with her isn't just anyone—it's Fred Haywood, her ex-husband. Though perhaps their divorce was just for show..."

It had been too long since they had been united, one. Healer, she called, but as she stepped forward there was a flash of teeth and a deep growl that pushed Althea out of the cave. Still, she tried again. Your mate calls for you, Healer. I need your strength to carry us through. Please, do not forsake us, but the black wolf simply crouched low and sprung at her. Althea hardly had a moment to pull her mind away and she could feel the strength of her claws at her back, pushing her away. Pain erupted and she nearly lost her balance off of the stone she was chained too. Destroyer was there, however, always with her support. Althea rubbed her chest and spoke to Destroyer aloud. “I am sorry, I cou

“Jane, at a time like this, shouldn’t you be thanking me? After all, when you’re reduced to ashes, you’ll have to beg me to graciously collect what’s left of you.” My fingers slipped off the blistering steering wheel. Just as my consciousness was about to cut out, a frantic male voice pierced through the comms. “Thomas! Why hasn’t Jane’s signal come back yet?!” It was the team manager! Drawing strength from somewhere I didn’t know I had, I clutched the comms tightly and screamed with the last of my energy. “Second stage, undeveloped sector! The car is on fire, about to explode! “Requesting immediate emergency rescue!”

One that tethered Elara closer to him, weaving her into a web so seamless she could no longer distinguish trap from destiny. A chime interrupted the silence. The screen at the far end blinked to life with a call. Clarisse Duval’s sharp profile appeared, her smile calculated. “Mr. Cross,” she purred, her voice cutting like velvet. “I had a feeling this partnership had your fingerprints. Efficient, bold… and entirely unexpected. We should celebrate.” Damon’s expression didn’t shift. His power lay in restraint. “This is business, Clarisse. Nothing more.” Her laugh was low, amused. “Oh, but isn’t that what makes it delicious?”

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

“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.

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.