Aiden Norwood Sienna Mercer Novels & Stories

I point out. “I promise you, brother, she is in my classes.” Andre says. “He is right, your highness. Sienna lives with Avalon. Those two, along with Alpha Preston’s daughter Whitney and her cousin Lainey. Sienna has an IQ of 150 and graduated high school when she was just shy of 16. She just turned 19 a month ago while you were still in Sicily.” Sven explains.

“Damon doesn’t want you here. He’s keeping you around for the baby, but you? You’re just an inconvenience. For now, until he finds someone else to nurse and take care of the child.” Sienna’s chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths. She didn’t look at me, but I could see the strain in her expression, the war behind her eyes.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

She would feel more stable if she knew she had some of her own money. Excited squeals came from the doorway a few seconds after the doorbell rang. They weren’t expecting company, so Sienna walked over to see who was there. A gorgeous woman with cinnamon red hair and bright blue eyes held Mrs Grace in her arms. Aideen’s smile widened when she saw Sienna and ran up to her. “I’m so happy to finally meet you!” Aideen sweetly said and wrapped her arms around Sienna. “Nice to meet you too,” Sienna stated and watched a buff man with dark hair and stunning green eyes carry suitcases in.

Aiden's eyes darkened with rage as he shared a look with Merry, screaming louder. B b. "You have spoken enough against me; now keep your mouth shut, Miss Merry Noah." Mr. Aiden said while deciding not to give his family name to Merry while hating her already, remembering the past—she lived in Victoria's identity and talked against him in many situations. He started to hate her while trusting David's theory; Merry came to destroy him. "Hurry up, choose between me and your wife." Mr. Aiden looked back at Harry, and Harry couldn't help but share a look at Noah before looking back at his father.

Sienna's P.O.V "So Miss Greenwood,why don't we start by telling me about yourself"he says writing something into the diary. "okay...."I say before letting out a sigh "As you know my name is Sienna Greenwood,I'm 21 years of age. I'm in my final year of medical school with the hopes of becoming a neuro surgeon. I was in Italy but moved to America when I was six. I don't know who my dad is but I only know he is from England. That is all"I say looking anywhere but him

And you. Solomon: i have to tell you something, Amy. Solomon: I haven’t been entirely honest. Amy: What? You’re a serial killer at my door lol Solomon: Worse Amy. If we ever did meet, i might not be what you’d entirely expect. Amy: its always like that lol Solomon: no Solomon: i swear i want us to keep this that i might be willing to risk it. Amy: What are you saying? Solomon: My name’s not Solomon. It’s Sally. Sally Regenade.

Aiden admitted, his voice heavy with remorse. “What do you mean?” Cole pressed for more information. “Oh, Cole,” Aiden said, his hand trembling as he briefly covered his eyes, tears seemingly on the brink of escaping. “I was twenty-three when I met Natasha. The connection between us was immediate, intense. She was a beacon of light in a world I believed to be shrouded in darkness. I never imagined that someone like her, someone so good and unwavering in that goodness, could love someone as damaged as me.”

he said with a polite smile. “I’m Connor Davies, Eric’s personal assistant, professional chaos-manager, and apparently your unofficial getaway driver for the day. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Macmillan. I rolled my eyes. Sienna gave a small smile. “It's nice to meet you too, Connor. You can call me Sienna.” Connor gave a small nod. “Anyway,” he added, eyes flicking back to me, “I’m glad I spotted the two of you before the vultures outside did anything worse.” He paused. “Sienna, are you absolutely alright? You looked ready to faint back there.”

His broad shoulders were straight by his neck, eyes the color of burnt honey, and a faint scar at the edge of his jaw that gave him a rugged edge. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt," he said, his voice gentle. Selene shook her head. “It’s fine. I just needed to… cool off.” “Same here,” he smiled. “Sometimes the quiet helps. I’m Aiden, by the way.” He reached out a hand. She didn’t respond right away. Not until after a couple seconds passed did she nod her head and reached out to shake him. “Selene.” “I know,” he said softly, but not in a creepy way. “Everyone does. It’s a small pack.”