Sienna Brooks Novels & Stories

he chuckles. “wh…why?” “Today at the park, I did speak to a Sienna. She didn't look like a famous journalist to me, I would know famous if I saw one” My breathing hitches and I froze, “wh..what? How come?” “She…we just talked bonded basically over mundane things” he sighs, “but I promise you there are a lot of Sienna’s in the city,” “What'd she look like?” “She's small, really beautiful, striking eyes and oh my God, her hair? her hair is beautiful very odd colour, not something you see everyday” he chuckles, “it's platinum”

"Derek Johnson" an all to familiar voice said from behind and I looked back to see the one person who knew me inside out aside from Carlos and Connie and my family. Sienna Smith stood in front of me in a beautiful white sundress and barefoot. She wore a flower crown on her golden locks making her look even more stunning then I remember her to be. Her ice blue eyes sparkled in the sun making them brighter than ever before. "Sienna" I whispered as I felt a knot form in my throat as tears burned in my eyes and she gave me a small smile waking towards me before choosing my face in her small hands and wiping the lone tear away

I heard the soft, steady click of heels on the tiled floor, and then Sienna’s voice filled the quiet room. “Me.” She walked up and stood beside me. I didn’t turn to look at her, but I saw Georgina’s eyes widen in shock as soon as she laid eyes on her. Georgina’s hands trembled against the phone. Slowly, she began to rise from her seat, staring at Sienna like she was seeing a ghost. Sienna calmly picked up the phone I had dropped and brought it to her ear. Her eyes never left Georgina’s. “Hi, Georgina. My name is Sienna Blake. I’m Sabrina’s twin sister,” she said. “Sabrina stole my identity. She stole my husband. And she stole my child. Just like she ruined your life, she ruined mine—for eigh

When I found Silas Pembroke, he was carefully untangling a strand of another woman’s hair from his tie clip. The two of them were wrapped around each other, far too close to pretend otherwise. He let out a mocking laugh. “Jenna, what exactly are you going to accuse Sienna and me of this time?” Sienna Vale smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Pembroke, you stayed away longer than usual this time.” I steadied myself and said, “I’m not Jenna. I’m her twin sister, Summer Sinclair.” Silas burst out laughing. “What is this, your latest stunt?” Then his expression hardened. “Keep pushing me, and I can’t promise you’ll stay Mrs. Pembroke forever.” I only looked at him and said quietly, “Silas, my sister left three

12, 2015) Mother: Jasmine M. Smith: Jan 13, 1958, (Alive) Father: Raymond M. Bennett: July 13, 1952, (Alive) Siblings: Ryan C. Miller: Oct.24, 2001 (Alive, Single) Aiden K. Miller: Sep. 27, 2004 (Alive, Single) Social Circle: Introvert. Friends: 23 (Mainly At University) Close Friends: 2 (Andrea Roman, Rory Jameson)

I didn’t care we were going to stay hidden this time. “Lucrezia. Luuuuccrrrrreeeezia. I know you can hear me. Lucrezia! Come out right now.” Her voice boomed so loudly my whole body shook. I had to just wait it out. She would grow tired. Maybe cedar and I would get lucky and she would stay out all night, but at this moment we had to wait her out. I could hear her overturning the little bit of furniture that we had. She snarled, I could just picture her red face. Her angry glassy eyes. The smell of alcohol permeating her clothes. I just had to wait. Wait, that is what I have always done. Wait for my mother to change, wait for my brother to grow up, and wait for the moment I could escape.

“I couldn’t.” She stepped forward. “You could have stayed. Lived a quiet life. Why did you leave?” Bram exhaled. “Because the world needed more than a quiet life.” His mother’s eyes softened. “And what if that was a mistake?” Bram clenched his fists. “Then I’ll live with it.” The village dissolved into shadow. Sienna’s Trial Sienna stood before a mirror. Her reflection stared back, shifting between the person she was and the person she was becoming.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

It was fun. Taking out my phone, I called the familiar name and waited for him to answer. "Yes?" Alessio's voice was oddly blank. He lost the love of his life a few months ago, I wouldn't blame him. What happened to him and Thea was unfair, really. I felt bad for him. He had been broken before, with that Liza or something like that girl. Apparently, she was working for the Mexican mafia and was also cheating on him. My brother lost it that day, he tortured the girl right in front of me in the worst ways possible. I remember taking part in it as well by cutting her fingers off one by one.