Midnight Mass Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

It was some time later when Kamalina and Maggie emerged from the bedroom and headed back toward the cabana. The curtains were drawn and when Kamalina poked her head between them, she was not altogether surprised to find Simon stretched out on the bed, Mike laying next to him, running his fingers through her husband’s sandy hair. “Hey,” Kamalina called softly. “You found us.” Simon turned at her voice and smiled. He had set his glasses aside, and wearing only his swim trunks he looked more relaxed than she had seen him in weeks. “I got a bit lost,” he admitted, “but Javier gave me a ride.”

They reached the airstrip in a few minutes. “Mac!” Simon called out as soon as he stepped out of the vehicle. Mac came running toward him with his shirt unbuttoned. He had been sleeping when he had received Simon’s call. There wasn't anything marked for tonight on the calendar. Adam could see the state of the art private jet. It wasn't the latest model but it was the most expensive the year it was released. “Take Mr Peterson to Nebraska. He’ll be going back on our jet,” Simon instructed him and Mac nodded.

“I’m serious, Soph. I didn’t mean to make you upset. We should do something to put you in a better mood!’’ “Do what?’’ I ask, half-laughing. “It’s like, 8:30 pm. Everything must be closing soon, and Simon asked me to stay here.’’ “Simon isn’t here though,’’ she smiles slyly. “He’s probably not going to be back for at least a couple of hours, and there’s a mall one town over that closes late in the summer!’’ I’m about to refuse, but her cheerfulness and the thought of finally making a friend on my own make me hesitate. “Fine!’’ I dramatically sigh. She instantly grabs my arm and practically drags me to her car, barely giving me a chance to grab my purse. It’s only about forty minutes later, a

“Always looking over his shoulder.” “He won’t,” Damian promised. “This ends soon.” The conviction in his voice was enough to ease the tension in her chest. A little. The intercom crackled. “We’ll be landing in thirty minutes,” the pilot announced. Sienna straightened, adjusting the blanket over Julian. “Let’s hope this place really is a fortress.” “It is,” Damian said. “And I’m not letting anything happen to you or Julian.” They fell into silence again as the jet descended. Sienna’s fingers tightened around Julian’s as she watched the rugged cliffs of Santorini rise up from the sea. The island was breathtaking, but she couldn’t let herself relax yet.

"Let's go. This is the time of the year whereby humans appreciate the moon goddesses." Mace gave Simon a little push as they walked out of the house. Simon approached the car and Mace insisted he drive. During the ride, Mace's phone beeped. He gazed at Simon as he pulled it out. "You didn't tell me you have gotten that fixed." Simon said. "Not too long though." he looked at the message that appeared on his phone. He looked at Simon again. "It's a message from Flint." "What did he say?" Simon became attentive.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

I wasn't much hungry still I was having it with him. We sat down and he was making coffee. He wanted to watch a movie. After taking his medicines. We sat in bed watching the movie. The movie was romantic and full of steamy scenes. It was a dark and stormy night, and it had always been a fantasy of mine to have sex in a rainstorm, thunder, lightning, and all. Ryan and I were just sitting around watching another dull boring Sunday night line-up on the tube. "There's nothing worth watching anyway," I told him,

But he’s no more grinning or smirking. He looks… terrifying and otherworldly. Like sin sculpted into his face, hair sweat-drenched and wild. There’s something feral in his stance. A stillness that makes my pulse roar. The crowd is still mayhem. “Look what you’ve done,” Someone hisses as I feel something sharp on my skin. Turning around, I find Sienna standing close to me with her nails digging into my flesh as stares at where Massimo is. I wince. “He was perfectly monstrous until you came along.”

SIERRA "'tchyo zaga 'lima?" swears Connor and continues swearing in our native language. I wait patiently for him to calm down and then answer my question. He runs a hand through his hair and pulls at the ends in frustration and then turns to look at me with a resigned look. "We have a traitor in our midst, Sierra. You shouldn't ask questions about your mate when the world doesn't know about it," he scolds me but I refuse to back down.