Novel & Cerita Sylvia Day Novel

The next day. Sylvia felt a whirlwind of emotions as she lay in Stephan’s embrace, the morning light filtering softly through the curtains. It was a strange mix of vulnerability and exhilaration, the kind that left her feeling both empowered and terrified. She had always envisioned herself as strong and independent, yet here she was, tangled in sheets and feelings, with the man who had ignited a fire within her that she didn’t quite understand.

Lucas groaned beneath me, “and fuck her properly.” And that’s what they did. They took turns fucking every hole in my body until I was begging for mercy.... My name is Sylvia. I’m a widow in my forties, and these was my cum-stained confessions. Now tell me… did my words make you cum? Did you touch yourself while reading every filthy line I whispered. Did you spread your legs wide and imagine every one of those men using you the way they used me? Or was it the other way around?

Lyra’s POV The Kane hated me for taking their real daughter’s place, so after they found her, they turned me into a scapegoat for something their real daughter did wrong and locked me away in an asylum. I thought I was finally free the day I was released—but they found me again, smiling as they claimed I was actually their true daughter after all. Eight hundred and forty-two days. That’s how long it had been since I last stood outside without someone watching me, waiting to drag me back inside and force more of those bitter pills down my throat.

Suddenly, the silver ring inside Greg’s pocket slipped out and hit the floor with a clink. Greg stopped in his tracks, and a distant memory suddenly surfaced in his foggy mind. “Greg, if there comes a day when I give this ring back to you, it means we are truly over. When that day comes, I hope you can accept my decision peacefully, and then live out the rest of your life well.” The knife in his hand fell to the ground with a loud clatter. Clutching the ring tightly, Greg let out a hoarse, agonizing cry.

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

We’ll see how Sylvia keeps attracting the wrong kind of men… and how she ends up in a different kind of mess altogether. If you’d like a separate book about Mario, maybe watching him fall for a girl who’s the total opposite of Sylvia, drop a comment and let me know. I might just write it. THE END OF BOOK ONE. 💔✨

Sylvia blabbed. Shut up, Sylvia. I don't believe you. Roxanne said. Sylvia heaved a deep breath, reminiscing on what she saw. It wasn't a dream, she definitely saw it. Her eyes shone brightly and the book too. That book..it's possessing you, stop reading it. Sylvia said and tried to take the book away. Don't touch that. Roxanne snapped and hit her hand away. Hmm, keep reading it..I don't care anyways but don't worry I'll still love you, no matter what. Sylvia said and Roxanne grinned.

Sylvia's POV " Leave now you've got the chance!" The voice repeats, sending shivers down to my spine. Why the hell is it so dark? And why would the Alpha lock up a witch in here, not just any witch but an old witch? Does this have to do with the connection or deal his father made with the witches some years ago? I walked into the darkness, watching my steps carefully, I can't take the chance of missing a step. I didn't even inform anyone that I was coming over to this place. Oh! Moon goddess! I might be kidnapped by someone, but my instincts kept advising me to go in further.

Victor stood beside her, watching her with a gentle expression. Sylvia's hand trembled. She opened Rachel's profile and pressed Delete. … The next day, the endless rain finally stopped. Sunlight broke through the clouds. When Sylvia reached the front of the hospital, she snapped her SIM card in half and dropped it into a trash bin. Then she stepped into the light alone and walked toward a brand-new life, one without Victor.