Sylvia Day Novel Novels & Stories

“Sylvia is fine. I lost the baby.” “Oh, no.” “I’m over it now. I came for something important, and that’s Sylva.” “Alright, hit me.” Ralph urged, now paying attention to me. “Sylvia has been acting weird ever since she came back from Ashley. She dresses provocatively, she has done tattoos, and now even speak back at me. Worse is that I feel a strange, dark aura around her. I had to talk to Ashley and ask about what she meant by something is strange about Sylvia, and then she told me. She told me about an ancient darkness which has possessed her. But she doesn’t know how to get rid of it. My last option is asking you.”

The sun rained fire and there was no sign of clouds in the sky. The corn field danced with the wind and added to the beauty of the farm. The day was hot enough to make the birds flee for shelter yet it couldn't stop little Sofia and Eleanora from playing in the open. The heat didn't seem to bother them at all. They ran around in circles with their ragdolls. The corn was ripe for the harvest but old Bruno knew that the yield, like the next several harvests, would go into repayment of the debts he owed. He sat on his porch with his sickle and tried to gather enough strength to get up. Old Bruno was sure that one of these days his back would betray him. He saw his girls run around recklessly an

Seven years ago, Gareth Lancaster, my husband, whom I loved dearly, had me exiled to the Everfrost Plains. It was there that I met my tragic death. Now, after seven years had passed, he brought my older sister, Jillian Fawkes, over in his arms. He proclaimed that he wanted to carve out my heart. When he found out that I was dead, he was furious. He grabbed my daughter, Ivory Fawkes, by the collar and hoisted her into the air.

Her eyes immediately lit up, eager for gossip. Apparently, Mr. Jarrell had shown up at my door last night, asking for the IOUs. Mom was her usual self when she opened the door. Two bottles of bourbon were already set on the table. "Oh, you're here, Mr. Jarrell? The IOUs aren't going anywhere. Let's have a drink first. We can play a few rounds of cards while we talk." She tried to cover her guilt with hospitality and expensive liquor. Mr. Jarrell chuckled. "Alright. Looks like you're still so good at welcoming people!"

"Dad, I'm sorry for what happened today. Your identity got exposed… I'm really sorry." He chuckled and patted my hand. There wasn't a trace of blame in his voice as he chided gently, "Silly girl. I'll always have your back when you need it. How could I ever blame you for standing up for yourself?" A breeze brushed past, lifting my hair and the anger that had been weighing on my chest. … I later heard that Nigel had gone bankrupt and left Saltmere to return to the countryside. Apparently, he was now the hick Arlo had so despised.

After a moment, she said in a low voice, "Ms. Santoro had passed away." "What did you say?" Matteo's voice trembled uncontrollably. He grabbed the nurse's arm, his eyes widening with disbelief. "She passed away? When did it happen?" The nurse flinched at his intensity and stammered, "Y- Yesterday afternoon. I remember it very clearly. Her daughter didn't make it in time to see her one last time." Yesterday afternoon…

That was what made it worse. Because the part of it that had made the rest feel worth having had walked out with a suitcase. Elliot picked up his phone again and called Nora. It went straight to voicemail. He tried once more. Voicemail. He typed a message, deleted it, typed another. I'm sorry. Deleted. Please talk to me. Deleted. I'll do anything. Deleted. Every sentence sounded too small or too late. In the end, he wrote nothing. He set the phone down and looked at the folded note in Nora's handwriting.

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.

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.

Eva chimed in. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be together as a family soon!" Fred promised. "And that Aster woman is so mean! She hit Mommy's head and made her bleed," Eva continued. "Actually, Mommy and I knew Uncle Lionel's kids were dead—we just didn't tell him! During the earthquake, Mommy and I made a bet about whether Uncle Lionel would save me or his kids. If I won, Mommy promised me a pool party!" "And you won, you clever girl!"