Senna Urf Novels & Stories

Ahahaha. “Sean!" Sena closes her eyes, which makes us smile because she is irritated. "Believe it or not, Sena, that's the truth," Sean added. "Sean my hubby." Sena sounds like she is grinding her teeth in annoyance. "I don't like anymore what I am heard now." Sounds warning for us to stop teasing her. Sena gets easily pissed off, and I support Sean to tease her even more. Haha. Sena's has a woman thingy that makes them easily irritated and pissed off: period, or as some call it menstruation.

Senna eagerly nods her head. Blake got up from the bed and left to go to his. Senna also prepares herself. She tried to smooth down her hair with a brush and she change into her casual clothes. When she had finished, she went out of her room and saw her father leaning in the doorway. Blake stood straight when he saw Senna. He offers his hand for her to hold and together they head out.

Senna continued kneading while I added the eggs to the creamed butter mixture. "I'm not sure, exactly," I chuckled nervously, "I guess that's probably not the smartest answer for a pregnant human in a wolf pack with people I don't know." "Well I'm Senna, and you met Colt. This is my granddaughter Sienna. That hotshot is Carmen," she pointed towards the auburn haired girl. "Tommy," a man with graying hair and a kind smile. "Johanna," a middle aged woman with the most stunning blue eyes I've ever seen. "Carrion and Carson," two sets of identical brown eyes locked on mine, "Aka the troublemakers."

Giving her the best advice whilst being the silent yet comforting presence she needed. Currently, Sreya was mentally muttering a string of curses. Envisioning her many black and grey long sleeve turtle neck tops, she desperately wished one of them—preferably the ribbed black one—was hugging her marked body. At least it'd hide proof of her most recent...activities. But her wish came true for her brother because he was wearing a turtleneck...Sre groaned internally...a black one. "Mind if we switch tops?" She wanted to ask but she gave him a broad nervous smile, "Ethan!". Sliding her arms around his waist as she hugged him, Sre wondered what she smelled like....probably like Xaver's beautiful p

Senna I am a very good liar. I spend my days smiling at people who killed everyone I loved, and I do it so well that they give me keys to their rooms. It has been six weeks since I remembered that my name is Maren, not Senna, but I still answer to Senna. I have to. Senna is the girl they trust. Senna is the healer who fixes their cuts. Maren is the girl who wants to watch this whole house burn.

His tone was seductive, and I found myself leaning back against him. “Sienna.” I reply breathlessly. “Beautiful name for such a beautiful she-wolf.” He replies. I barely even noticed what he had said, assuming that it was a pet name. All I could think about was the heady scent of pinecones wafting around me, making me lose all other coherent thought. With each beat of the music, my heart rate seemed to escalate to match that of the tempo and with it my body heat. I was beginning to feel hot, really hot. And that scent. Where was that scent coming from.

As Senna and Therese sighed in relief, Senna then shyly poked Troy's back. Troy turned around to face Senna, looking at her with curiosity. Senna paused for a while, at least a minute or two, before she spoke, "Troy, right? I am Senna Smith." She introduced herself to Troy, and she lent her hand while she lowered her head and scraped her nape, waiting for a response.

Because as she said, it's scary. She was afraid that she might not be able to handle the high degree of sensation and sensuality that could flow over and over again not only in her femininity but also in her whole body. But as she often said, she knew Erik's plan was not to stop. "I-I'm about to come," Mia whispered to let the young man know where she was at that moment.

"This spray contains moonflower pollen. Its energy will dissipate if it's left open for too long. A nobody like her doesn't deserve such luxury." "She's clearly trying to embarrass Luna Alayna. She can't land an Alpha, so she's jealous and looking for attention." I shook my head, still unmoved. Mom raised her hand and was about to slap me, but Alayna quickly stopped her. "Please calm down! Sienna's with pup. It's normal for her preferences to change." Then, she pulled out an aromatherapy sachet from her bag and tried to press it into my hand. "Well, I actually brought a sachet. It has licorice in it. It helps ease nausea for expecting she-wolves."

By the third hour they had reached the entries that mattered. Twelve years ago, Senna had been a young healer in the southern country, the apprentice of an older woman who had taught her the craft. The older woman had died, and Senna had inherited the practice, and the practice had included certain confidential arrangements with certain alphas of the region who used the healer’s discretion for ends that had nothing to do with healing. Senna had inherited those arrangements too. They had been profitable. She had expanded them.