Sylvia Day Novel Novels & Stories

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

On our wedding night, my new wife casually proposed an open marriage. "I'm pregnant. From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with Finley, and Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at home." I forced myself to steady my trembling body and looked up at her. "When did this start?" "When you introduced us. We fell in love at first sight." A faint smile played at the corners of her lips. "The moment I met him, I finally understood what real passion felt like. With you, it was just familiarity after all these years. "By then, the news of our families' marriage alliance had already gone public. I figured I'd just settle for you and make the best of it. Then I found out I was pre

Serena pov All the grievances I'd endured in recent days crashed over me in that moment, like a tidal wave breaking against a dam. Even the strongest defenses I'd built crumbled in an instant. Emotion overpowered reason. In a rush of impulse, I wanted to confront Adrian and demand answers. By the time my head cleared a little, I was already standing below his building. The cold wind whipped relentlessly. I'd come in such a hurry I hadn't even grabbed a coat. Icy chills burrowed into my neck. Since I was here anyway, I decided to have an honest talk with Adrian. But just as I pulled out my phone, I saw his car pulling in from outside. The headlights blinded me. When my eyes adjusted, the car

A werewolf only has one fated mate in their lifetime. But my Alpha husband Derek refused to acknowledge me. All because I was human. Six years ago, to be with him, I was forced to sign a humiliating breeding contract with the pack elders. Bear an heir within one year: receive ten million. Bear an heir within three years: receive three million. If no pregnancy occurred within six years, I could not interfere with my husband's affairs outside the marriage. Derek's eyes burned red as he roared at me: "Did you become my mate because of me, or because of the Thorn Pack's fortune?!" From that day on, to punish me, he deliberately brought his assistant Camilla to every event, doting on her ri

Once I sat down, turned on my phone, I found a show to watch, propping up the phone on the small table next to my bed as I laid back down to try to sleep. After a little while I finally felt my eyes becoming heavy as I drifted off to sleep, finally. The next few days went by pretty quickly, Sylvia had checked in daily but she didn't have any good news for me, just the same news I'd been hearing for months. No Raven, no David. When the week came to an end they left the pack then started heading to the last place we had for them to go, it was a two day drive with stopping to sleep but when they did arrive there, everything changed in an instant when my phone rang..

" Ethan froze mid-step, his body visibly trembling, before he rushed away. With that, the chaotic room went silent, leaving just me and my mother. I kept my head lowered, silently squatting to clean up the broken shards. My mother sighed deeply and softly called my name. "Claire, I've known everything for a long time now. "The day you came back, I had waited. I waited for you to kneel in front of your father's portrait and confess the truth to me. But you didn't. "Then that heartless man showed up to deceive me, and I waited for you to wake up and tell me yourself. But you didn't." She looked at me disappointedly. "Claire, are you truly planning to entrust yourself to someone like Ethan West

Later that night, Olivia spikes a fever and she's burning hot. Her petite frame was coiled up underneath the thick blanket over her. This was a result of her staying outside for so long watching the servants clear the rose garden. She heard the door open but was too lazy and weak to lift her head up. Kelvin who just walked in notices something was off with her, he rushed to the bed and pulls her into his arms. “Damn you're burning hot..honey” His clothes carried another woman's perfume or to be more specific, her husband was covered with Nancy's perfume. She could only melt in his arms against what she wanted since she couldn't move a muscle in her body.

Sylvia demanded, her voice sharp. "I heard a noise," Emily stammered. Sylvia narrowed her eyes. "Go back to bed, Emily. And stay out of our business." Emily retreated back to her room, feeling shaken. What was going on? Over the next few days, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She tried to focus on her work and ignore the strange vibes in the air, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something sinister was going on. One evening, as she was going through some papers in Sylvia's library, she came across an old diary. Curious, she flipped through the pages, scanning the spidery handwriting.

"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.

Sylvia fought back. “Let go of me!” “You b*stard! This is not the end!” Her struggle did not last long. She was subdued by sheer force as he held her tightly beneath him. Even her lips were sealed by a powerful kiss. … On the next day, the sun shone through the window. Sylvia opened her heavy eyelids and forced herself to get up. Odell was nowhere to be found, she was naked and alone on the messy bed that was in this spacious room.