Sylvia Day Novel Novels & Stories

LENA The note Vivian left in Isabella’s crib still sat heavy in my chest, like a shard of glass lodged too deep to remove. I hadn’t told Roman about it yet—not because I wanted to keep secrets, but because I knew what he’d do. He’d burn the world down to get to her. And while part of me wanted that, another part worried what kind of destruction it would leave in its wake. But Vivian wasn’t the only ghost clawing at the edges of my peace.

I nodded as I picked up the book and help her pick up some of the mat off the floor as we headed back to the pack house . All I could think of at this moment was staying away from anyone who would try to harm as fast as I can . Two days passed in a blink of an eye and Dylan dosent return . The last two days had been spent in my room and I had noticed that Sylvia had been avoiding me after that confrontation about him and Jake and as for Jake , I hadn’t seen him at all . Right now , I had packed my hair up in a bum and I had worn a short and a top , I wasn’t dressed as a princess I had dressed up as Sylvia as this was one of her clothes .

According to Papa, they had been living in constant regret and anxiety. … Third-Person Point of View Giuliano sat on the couch and clutched his head in remorse. "It's been three months, and there's still no news of Sofia at all." Bruno said cautiously, "I heard a maid say that she saw a helicopter belonging to the Ferro famiglia arrive one morning. Could Sofia have been taken away by the Ferros?" Mario stood up solemnly and said, "Sofia doesn't have any famiglia. Why would she leave our home and go somewhere else?"

‘Why not? The early afternoon was growing hot, the sun and humidity alleviated only by the cooling trade winds off the Atlantic and the Janeiro River, for which the city had been named. Sylvia took a deep breath of the fragrant, fresh air redolent of spices and tropical fruits. How many times had she prayed that by some miracle, Xavier would come for her? I want you, Sylvia, more than any woman. I’ve always wanted you. She pushed aside her own longing. She couldn’t let herself want him. She couldn’t. She lifted her chin. ‘Thanks, but I’m not interested in a one-night stand.’

"Caitlyn, please say something. Don't shut me out like this, okay?" I stared blankly at the ceiling, remembering the first time I met Levi. I was a new intern at the company when, during lunch break, I accidentally witnessed Gina confessing her feelings to Levi in the stairwell. She stood on her tiptoes beside him with flushed cheeks. Surprisingly, Levi rejected her. I never understood why, given how close they were. Unfortunately, I had overheard everything, and Gina developed a strong hatred toward me after that. During my internship, she constantly created problems for me and declared she would make my life so difficult that I would quit. Then, unexpectedly, she was diagnosed with a termi

I knew this was my chance. I began rifling through the things Mia had left behind, hoping to find more leads. It was in her bedroom that I found the sketchbook she usually doodled in. Dried tear-streaks stained the last few pages, on which was Mia's wobbly handwriting. "Daddy's at the mining area. "Ms. Beta's taking me there. "Will Mommy miss me?" The words carved my heart like a knife. Mia must have drawn and written these after Lena said she was taking Mia to see Callum at the mining area.

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."

When I was eight, a prank by my little sister, Alice, left silver poison eating away at my heart. To save me, my dad knelt at the Temple of the Moon Goddess for ninety-nine days. Only then did he win two moonstone pendants from the Goddess, enough to hold the poison at bay. After that, Alice became the family pariah. They stopped speaking to her. They wouldn't even let her smile. For my sake, my father traveled far and wide searching for a cure for the silver poison. My mom quit her work as a healer to care for me, because the moonstone pendants needed her at the Moon Temple every day to replenish their magic. I always believed the Moon Goddess watched over me, blessing me with the best fami

Before Lily's surgery, the nurse slid the consent form across to me. I called my husband, Ethan Reid, eleven times. When the twelfth call finally connected, the first voice I heard was his first love, Claire Bennett, on the verge of tears: "Ethan, the zipper on my wedding dress is stuck. Don't leave yet." I looked at my daughter, white with pain in the hospital bed, and said, "Lily's waiting for you." Ethan was silent for two seconds before saying, "Just sign it. I'll get there later." Later, Lily studied the lone guardian's signature on the form and asked, "Mom, can I leave Dad off the school forms from now on?" I said she could. From that day on, she stopped leaving room for Ethan anywhere

Syliva was determined to get them to the farm as well. Syliva went to the kitchen first. She dropped her plate there and washed it. She took a few minutes to explore the vast kitchen. It had an empty pantry, dusty shelves, and very very old utensils. The space looked unused. Syliva thought of Lily, her eldest sister and her dreams of having such a kitchen. She thought of Dorian as she looked at the vast garden. The sun was already setting and disappearing in the horizon. She thought of Olivia as she walked by the living room. A grand piano dominated the room. She could almost see the silhouette of her friend sitting there and playing soft tunes. Olivia learned from the countless jobs they ha