Sylvia Day The Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Sylvia had no bra on yet her breasts stood firm in that top. With desire burning in his eyes, David darted his gaze to her jeans and began to wrestle with the button. With her hands tugged inside his hair, she moaned when David pulled her jeans down. “Wait!” Sylvia cried out. Her conscience had just struck her just when David was about to slip his hands in between her thighs. Ignoring her cry, David went ahead and plunged his fingers into her. She moaned at an instant and her eyes began to roll backward. Sylvia’s hands began to tremble as she fought to stay with David’s tempo. He was moving his fingers back and forth into her so quickly that not even a vibrator could do the trick.

Two months later, I was in Melrose, closing a major contract. The champagne glass barely touched my lips when an unknown number rang. "Naomi has a fever, Skyler. She's asking for her dad." I snorted coldly. "We're divorced, Willow. Besides, doesn't she have a new daddy?" The line went still, disbelief heavy in the silence. "Oh, cut the passive-aggressive crap. If she hadn't hit 102 degrees and started crying for you, I wouldn't be calling you at all."

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

We still remember that girl Bruno met inside the plane during his flight back to Texas? Her name was Silvia. In addition to her beauty and other things that were physically intact in her, he had that charisma that most people would long to see in ladies but seemed just few of them had it, Silvia was one of them. Since that day they arrived in texas, Bruno haven't met with her again or even called her to know how she was faring. Silvia on her own side still maintained her own esteem and decided to wait for the call anytime it was coming even if it had to take till eternity to come.

saw the blaze of fire burning extremely bright and not moving. As soon as he saw the beautiful Amber glow next to the fire he knew that had to be Violet and ran towards it. He ran as fast as could to get to Violet before it was to late again. Before they knew it Jay ran right into the middle of the fire. Stopping in the middle of the fire upon seeing Violets glowing amber face. As soon as Violet saw him she became very blue, stricken with complete terror that Jay was going to be burnt to nothing by the flames she begun weeping, and the flames all turned to a Jade Blue and started healing the plants and kept Jay from burning. I took off after seeing Jay, I need to learn to control the blue f

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

I needed him to be on my side when everything began but so far I have only been able to complicate our relationship more and I hated him. I wished for him to call me mother and I wished to see my daughter as well who was trapped on the other side. I could always sense her when I crossed into Remission but when I went after her energy, the dimension would be forced to shut or I would encounter enemies. I was trying and everyone was against me simply because of I was their excuse for several years of untreated trauma. “Rogue.” I snapped out of my thoughts hearing Sky’s voice.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

Two witches raised their staffs, braiding their incantations into a burning spiral aimed directly at her heart. The Bond Surges Something broke open inside her. A rush of heat and frost surged through her veins, gold and silver light burning beneath her skin. Selene’s eyes blazed as she thrust her hands forward. A wall of flame erupted — laced with frost, burning cold and hot at once. The wolves slammed into it, howling as steam erupted from their fur. Witchfire bent sideways, sputtering out as it hit her shield. Frost crept along the ground in spirals, while fire arced overhead like a burning crown.