Sylvia Day New Books Novels & Stories

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.

Today was their funeral, and I had hoped he would come to say goodbye. After countless unanswered calls, I checked Fiona's social media and found my answer. That week, Lionel had been busy planning Eva's birthday party and helping them move into a luxury apartment. Their photos showed lavish housewarming dinners and poolside celebrations. One picture showed the three of them in swimsuits, Lionel and Fiona holding Eva up in the water, all wearing brilliant smiles. The caption read, [Life is beautiful because of your boundless love. Every warm moment exists because of you.] Looking at Lionel's smile in those photos, any remaining warmth in my heart turned to ice. I turned to Luke and said, "Le

"I'll do anything for you now. I'll give you the wedding you want. Come back to me, okay?" I bent down and pried his fingers off me one by one as my stomach churned with disgust. I stepped back, but Ethan seized the chance to whisper in my ear, "Claire, I've given up my pride for you. I ended things with Anna yesterday and forced her to have an abortion. "Stop being unreasonable. Give me another chance, okay?"

"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.

SERENA The one day of the year meant for love, filled with chocolates, flowers, and streets drowned in red, became the day that the world I knew finally crumbled. I should have been at home, curled up on the couch with a book, pretending this day didn’t exist, like I’ve been doing for the past two years in my marriage. But instead, here I was storming down the spotless hallway of the five-star hotel, the slippers I wore made soft slaps against the glossy marble floor, my heart beating fast.

June 20th Yvonne: "I went to the doctor today. I'm pregnant. Four weeks along. When are you going to fix this?" Cody: "What can I do? What am I supposed to do?" Yvonne: "I don't care. If you don't deal with the kid, I'm not marrying you even if you divorce Jasmine." June 22nd Yvonne: "Here's an idea. Let's kill Phoebe and pin it on Jasmine. If she's in prison, you'll inherit everything she has. Then we can get married and have kids." Cody: "You think that'll work? Isn't it a little risky?"

Damien took her hand and they started walking to the door. "Wait, what's today?" Sylvia suddenly asked. "Monday" Damien replied. "No, the date" Sylvia said. "July 31st" Damien replied and she gasped. "Then August 14 is near, I can't believe I'm turning 26 on that day" Sylvia shouted and Damien laughed. "You are being such a baby right now" he said and Sylvia smiled. "I know right, I just can't wait" she said and they walked out of the mansion.

I won’t flirt. I’ll face him like the tough girl I am. The thought steadied her.') The next day came fast. Sylvia arrived early, energy sharp and buzzing. “I brought snacks,” she announced, dropping a bag on the table. “And I took the liberty of skimming your older works last night.” Elara stiffened. “You did?” “In a good way,” Sylvia said quickly. “One of them is perfect. Incredible foundation. All it needs is a bit of polish.”

"I can help. I can fight! I can—" Before he could say any more, SA-2614 pulled her hood down, went to him and cupped a hand over his mouth. In that moment, shafts of sunlight that passed through the forest canopy framed SA-2614's face as clear as day. She saw the look in his eyes. There was amazement there and... something else. She does not know what it is. Awe? Fear? She cannot say. For a moment, she saw him breathless and out of words. She wanted silence and got it. That would have to do.

The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, rhythmic weeping against the tall, leaded-glass windows of the study. It turned the sprawl of Oakhaven into a blurred watercolor”a landscape of dissolving gold streetlights and bleeding crimson neon, all washed away by a deluge that felt less like weather and more like a celestial cleansing.