Sylvia Day New Books Novels & Stories

I should've deleted them right away, but I clicked on the first one anyway. His familiar deep voice came through. "Serena, stop being childish and take me off your block list. You're a grown woman—what's with these games?" The second one played automatically. "Daniela felt so guilty about you leaving yesterday that she ran up to the rooftop and threatened to jump. I barely managed to stop her. I'm taking her to Aspen this month so she can unwind. Serena, don't be jealous—if she's like this, you share some of the blame."

Logan The day had already been long before it turned into hell. Long in the way only bad days are, where nothing works, numbers don’t line up, people talk too much, and silence feels louder than noise. I had been sitting behind my desk for hours, flipping through files I had already read twice, staring at contracts that suddenly looked meaningless. My mind wasn’t in my office. It was with her. Sylvia. She hadn’t answered my messages since morning. At first, I told myself it was nothing. She needed space. Anyone would. The past few days had been brutal on her, press cameras outside the hospital, strangers shouting her name like it was a curse, social media tearing her apart without mercy.

Sara was so happy to receive the balm that she wiped her face twice, and then the two sat on the couch and chatted non-stop. Basically, Sara was talking, while Selena was listening and thinking about what new products to make this year. When Sara remembered something, she whispered mysteriously. Hearing it, Selena's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but ask more, “Really?” “What? Pedro wants to buy Flower Mountain? How... is this possible?”

Walking towards it, I took in a deep breath. " You just keep ruining things, don't you Skyler?" I whispered as my heart teared up and I began sobbing. Why am I doing this? . . . ( Next day: Oklahoma) Sylvia's P. O. V I was preparing for work when a come came through. I picked it up and saw it was Natalie. I immediately picked it up. " Hello there! How are you?" I said into the phone. " I'm good, thanks for asking."

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.

Like I always say, you should try other of my books, if this is the first of my work you've read, you can try TANGLED LIFE; LOVE IN COAT OF HATE Thank you once again, for your support Sylvia Sly

"It's not about work," Yoel said. He walked over, set a blue folder on the coffee table in front of me, and looked more serious than I had ever seen him. "It's a proposal." I picked up the folder, confused. On the cover, in bold print, a single line read, "Proposal for Establishing a Long-Term and Exclusive Lifelong Strategic Partnership with Ms. Nova Grayson." My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the folder. I took a deep breath and opened to the first page.

"Where are you Davina?" ~~~ Hi guys!!! I would really love to hear your comments so far on the book: Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny. Also, check out my new book, titled- CIRI: The Lost Tribrid Princess It's a sequel to 'Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny' I swear y'all will love it. Thanks for all your love and support. I love y'all.

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.