Male Si Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Never mind, Mia. You don't need to defend me. You and your lover are just the same. And I think you're compatible. You both have the same overbearing Sifa." Sierra grabbed Gama's hand and led her away. "Si-Sierra wait. I want to talk to you for a minute. I'm .... "

◇NO POV◇ Srium is busy in hospital she is checking patients even in the morning she called her mom and said she can't come to home as she is busy she didn't go to home for two days she answered her mom calls when Milan tried to talk to her she hung the mobile milan was hurt because for him his sri is sweet person but she is the person here hurting him he know that kiss is an unintentional and accidental still she is angry on him he don't know why

Sierra's POV “My masters—the men who owns my fate—please use me as your personal fuck toy.“ Riven crouch lower to my level, trail his fingers along my collarbone and I gasp softly. Then he lift my tits in both hands, clasp them together, and press his thumb on the swollen peaks. I moan, my back arching as I present all of myself to him. My hands tightens around their legs. “My tits is so heavy, Riven.“ My voice is broken—almost sound like I want to cry. “Look at you, Sierra,” he sneers, shaking my breasts. “These tits are driving me crazy. It's a pity your useless husband doesn't know how lucky he was, but now.. your tits, your tight sweet cunt—everything at all—belongs to us.“ Rafe also cro

“Oh my God. Sky, that’s her. That’s literally the witch herself.” “I see her, Mila. My eyeballs work, you made me do this ,” I muttered, gripping the bottle harder. Liam bent his head down to hear whatever Sienna was saying and then…of course…he smiled. Sweetly. Like the kind of smile he used to give me before I found out he was a world-class liar with terrible taste in morals. “Oh my God, he’s actually…like….gentle with her,” Mila said, clutching my arm. “This is disrespectful to women everywhere. We need to alert the council.”

" Sienna's laughter intensified, echoing off the walls like a haunting melody. She paced around me, reveling in my pain. "What happened, you ask?" she spat, her eyes gleaming with madness. "Life happened, Rose. Life showed me the futility of trust and the weakness of love and family. It taught me that power is the only true currency in this world." I clenched my teeth, fighting against the waves of agony that threatened to consume me. "Sienna, you're wrong," I whispered. Sienna's laughter turned bitter, and she knelt down beside me, her face twisted with a mix of rage and desperation. She grabbed my chin, squeezing it, causing me to cry in pain.

NARRATIVE POV Tia found herself curiously fascinated with the light speckle of chest hair cascading across Miles’ chest. It was suspiciously soft and light. She found her fingers delicately playing with the light texture of his tiny hairs, a smile spreading across her face. Her body ached in ways she'd never felt before. The slickness and ache between her thighs was a reminder of what they had done the following night, but she found herself smiling at the realization that she was not only marked and mated, but by Miles of all men. The only male she'd ever liked. It seemed surreal to her. Perhaps too good to be true, even.

But there’s no more turning back, she already said what she said, “You’re not just annoying, you’re also irritating in my eyes.” The8’s lips slowly formed into a small smile, as his lips twitched, embarking a little smirk just when Xiao stood up from her seat. An indication that he was truly getting into her nerves. That’s when The8 had finally come into a conclusion that his studies and experimentations made several, if not instant, progressions. He already made a lot of thesis and hypothetical statements about Xiao’s world, and promised Shuan that he’ll be staying with her side for eternity, as an exchange of his gratitude being born in this world. For him, Xiao was someone he has to prote

Stephanie felt bored in the hospital, receiving intravenous fluids while browsing websites. While passing the time, I also wanted to calm my mind and think carefully about what Sierra should do next to seduce Manuel. Yesterday, Sierra called and explained the situation. She was also very surprised. In theory, Sierra also had some charm when she dressed up, although not as much as Britney. With a little disguise, she still had a delicate and innocent appearance that could arouse men's protective instincts.

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

Sierra had survived it, endured it, and we had survived it together. That gave me a measure of clarity I hadn’t expected. Now, there was nothing. No threat, no secret, no manipulation could ever truly separate us. She was mine, as much as I was hers, and the bond we shared could not be broken by bloodlines or lies. Later, when she finally let herself rest fully in our room, curled against me under the soft sheets, I allowed my thoughts to wander. I replayed the council hall, step by step, word by word. I analyzed Sebastian’s every move, his posture, the way he calculated each blow to our hearts, each manipulation meant to control and shame. And I swore to myself I would never let him or anyo