Saint Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

Santini introduced her. She looked at Santini wearily. "Sierra." Santini didn't like to be corrected. He simply replied. "You're Serena now." Santini turned to us. "Show her the ropes, and make sure she earns me money." Sierra frowned at him as he left. I stepped up to her, extending my hand. "Hi, I'm Scarlett-" She moved a strand of hair behind her ear and appeared dismissive. "Whatever." I froze. Well, who let the drama queen in?

~ SIERRA ~ Sierra was running like there was no tomorrow. Her heels were getting in the way, so she took them off and ran barefoot across the streets of New York City. She pushed past all the drunk tourists and the cheering crowd, and even cut through Central Park to get to the Plaza Hotel faster. Even though Colton said he would wait for her, it was already past midnight. Who knows, maybe he had left already?

We reached a pretty private area, and I loosened my grasp on his arm, allowing him a chance to recover himself. "Simone, we need to talk. I need to understand what happened, how you got up here," I continued, my tone a combination of urgency and compassion. "Start from the beginning." Simone took a long breath, his eyes finding mine with a feeling of resolution. "Liam, it all began when I wanted to aid my wife, Silver. She wanted something from a neighboring shop, not too far from our house. Little did I realize, it was a trap. The guys seized me, and for weeks, they beat me, demanding that I divulge stuff about the Mafia."

Everything except the knot of fear in his chest that threatened to strangle him. "You're pacing," Simone observed from her position by the refreshment table, where she was arranging champagne flutes with military precision. She'd driven up from Brooklyn for this, along with half the town who'd gathered to celebrate the inn's official reopening. "You look like a man walking to his execution instead of his future." Ethan ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he couldn't seem to shake. "What if she says no?" "Then she says no, and you survive it like you've survived everything else." Simone's voice softened. "But honey, I've seen the way that woman looks at you. Like you hung the moon

Simon arrived at Santorini, Greece safely. That night he rested and began his search for Jade the next day and luckily for home when he went to the address given to him by Jade's father, Jade was just about to leave. She was surprised to see Simon in Greece and so I front of her. "Let me guess, my father gave you my address, right?'' she asked but he didn't reply to her. "Jade, let's talk." He said to her and she scoffed

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On and on, the crowd shouts and becomes angrier. “I know you hate me, but you should know that mate bonds are sacred!” Sierra cries, milking this for everything it’s worth. Just from her eyes, I can tell she is trying to get the crowd even angrier. And it works.

Though Simon wasn't fond of texting and his messages were brief, Laura scrolled through them over and over, calming her restlessness. Finally, she sent him a message: "Are you busy?" After sending it, she anxiously gripped her phone, waiting for his reply. … Laura didn't know Simon wasn't in Haven City but in his hometown, Jumac, a city surrounded by mountains and rivers. This was where he grew up, and where his father was buried. Since it was his father's death anniversary, Simon and Fiona had returned to Jumac two days in advance to prepare for the memorial.

Hypnotic in nature. Sierra Santo is a very beautiful woman, with almost milky skin, despite looking exotic. Her dark hair frames a delicate bone structure, and her eyes, although electrifying blue right now, are almond shaped under straight thick dark brows, so perfectly symmetrical. She has pouty lips, and an ever-present youthful charm that completely warms her to you. A face that says, ‘I can be trusted’ to match the surrounding atmosphere of serene she always carries.

Dominic said first, nodding toward a broad-shouldered man with sharp eyes and a composed demeanor that immediately commanded respect. The man gave me a short nod, studying me briefly before speaking. “So you are the one he has been causing trouble for.” There was no hostility in his voice, only curiosity. “This man, Simon,” Dominic continued, gesturing toward another man who looked more relaxed but observant, his gaze calculating despite the casual posture he held. Simon lifted his drink slightly in greeting. “Nice to finally meet you, Sierra. We have heard quite a bit.” “Sasha.” My attention shifted to the woman standing nearby, her presence striking immediately, not just because of her app