Midnight Mass Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

FALINE POV The phone kept ringing. I stared at the screen, unmoving. Unknown number. But I didn’t need to guess. I knew exactly who it was. Sierra. For a brief moment, something twisted in my chest. I remembered that place the cold floors, the suffocating walls, the way time seemed to stop. Prison wasn’t survival. It was slow death. She must be terrified right now. Alone. Broken. Calling for help. My thumb hovered over the screen.

Rain blurred Monaco into streaks of gold and silver by the time someone knocked on Sienna’s apartment door. Not a polite knock either. Three slow taps. Hesitant. Tired. Sienna looked up from the sofa immediately, pulse stumbling before logic caught up. It was nearly midnight. Emilia had gone home hours ago after delivering wine, emotional support, and several aggressive opinions about men. Theo was somewhere in Nice photographing a fashion launch and sending deeply unhelpful voice notes.

“I already do.” She kissed him again—slower, deeper, letting him feel the choice. His hands roamed with reverence and restraint, a reminder and a promise: he could hold her here as long as he wanted. Sirens wailed, closer now. Talia’s voice sliced through the comms. “Civic Shadow’s on the move. Wolves are closing. You’re out of time.” Domenik broke the kiss, eyes still burning. “Run with me,” he murmured, his hands bracketing her hips, steady as stone. “Let the city try to catch us.”

Sienna whispered, the heavy syllables crashing into her fractured subconscious like a sonic boom. The name instantly triggered a violent sequence of corrupted archival images inside her mind. A phantom projection materialized in her focus—a dominant alpha pair locking their fingers together, pacing through an ancient, blood-drenched territory ahead of her line. The male turned his scarred face back toward her position, barking a silent command, his fangs flashing in a rare, affectionate smile before he locked his gaze back onto the northern trade route. Then the simulation fractured, replacing the territory with a high-security black-site medical bay. The same dominant alpha was pinned to an

“ Luna , are you alright ? “ asked madam Lydia . Luna gathered herself as trued her best to show a shiny smile . I am mom , don’t worry . I was just thinking how much of a pity it was that I couldn’t come with you guys . “ said Luna . “ Awww…..sweetie , we can come again . I am sure your dad wouldn’t mind . “ said madam Lydia , finally making Luna laugh a little . When her phone rang , Luna was so focused on the call from her mother that she didn’t notice the door of the library opened and Massimo came in . He noticed that she was speaking with her mother and prepared to leave but then he remembered her words about telling her parents that they would be separating and that he had he fallen o

The guy sighed loudly in relief when the other line finally answered and was about to cry after hearing Carmina's voice. “What is it?” asked the other line. “Carmina!” Simon screamed as if she was his savior and extremely glad to hear her voice as he turned the speaker on. “W-what?” Carmina stuttered. Simon was about to open his mouth when Sebastian beat him to it. “Where is the press conference happening?” Sebastian asked sternly. There was a long pause from the other line which made Simon become more nervous. He was about to repeat the question in a softer tone when once again, he was cut off, this time with Carmina.

It's not safe out there either and you want us to go back to the hotel, our journey back, it isn't safe either" Mr. Brown intervened and decided they would vote All in favor of going back to the hotel, raise your hands, 5 hands were raised, All in favor of staying in camp, and 7 hands were raised. The majority won, Sage walked out in frustration, and then she bumped into Jack on her way to her tent, she tried walking another way they bumped into each other again, making it more awkward for her, he tried talking to her, and she walked out hastily, he giggled, he looked lost in confusion.

I could feel her nervousness emanating off her in waves. “What’s going on?” I demanded. My father turned, his expression was dark. “We found something.” “What?” Falcon held up a phone. “One of Silas’s men was caught him trying to leave pack territory.” “And?” “And he had this.” She tapped the screen and turned it toward us. A video started playing. My blood instantly turned to ice. Mia was in the video, she looked a bit younger. Maybe sixteen or seventeen. The place looked like a basement or a cellar.

“I’m Maureen, by the way. Alpha of the Central territory.” I smile, genuinely charmed by her energy. “I’m Eva.” “Of course you are,” she says with a delighted laugh, squeezing my hands once more. “Maureen,” Shawn calls again, his tone filled with warning. She finally drops my hands and turns to him with an exaggerated sigh. “Why are you always so serious? It’s exhausting.” She falls into step beside him as he starts walking toward the mansion, continuing without missing a moment to talk. “Anyway, I ordered a few men to reinforce the eastern border because I heard—”