Novelas y relatos de Sienna Brooks

Her name was Marina. Marina was a happy, joyful siren, with a great love for singing. In her free time, she loved to go and play with the animals of the ocean, and she was always willing to help those creatures who were in trouble. In all these aspects she was like any other siren in the ocean, but her charms came with an important detail that made her different to others: she was naïve and innocent, so she was unaware of the risks that existed beyond the surface of the ocean. Risks that only a reduced amount of sirens have lived in their flesh and have barely made it to escape from them.

“Loving these leggings!” “Oh thank you. I wasn’t sure what to wear.” Sienna admitted. “You look perfect. Come back to my office.” Sienna followed her to the back and sat down across from her desk. “Okay, let’s get to know you and your body!” Iris smiled. “What’s your last name?” “Smith.” “Okay, Cierra Smith. What do you do for work?” “Um, nothing, actually. Just a lot of hobbies. Cooking, gardening, shopping.”

Natalia adds, hoping to corner Sienna. Sienna, unbothered by her question, shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious?” She tilted her head slightly and when Natalia maintained an unfazed countenance, Sienna proceeded. “I came to Portsmouth for business and during my stay here, I want to associate myself with the best of the best. Are you saying the DeMarque isn’t the best and I shouldn’t associate myself with you?” Sienna questions provocatively, finding pleasure in the steams that came out of Gisela’s ears. “You don’t fool anyone, Sienna Clairvoyant,” Gisela spat. Sienna chuckled, maintaining her composure.

She’s a force, and I don’t think I want to be on the wrong side. “If it isn’t the newest addition to the royal family tree.” “Hi,” I say, waving. Sienna laughs. “Unbelievable.” She’s already dressed for the day in skintight pants, a black tank, and a leather jacket. As she circles the tub, her red hair falls in shiny ringlets down her back. She sizes me up, perhaps wondering why the Moon Goddess chose me. “Honestly? I’m surprised you’re still here.” “Thanks?” “It’s not a compliment,” she says with a laugh. But she looks amused. She crouches by the tub, splashing water onto my face. When I don’t react, she smirks. “Your cousins must be furious. Maeve won’t pick up my calls.”

Sienna stared at the pouring rain in despair. She had to admit that she had made a mistake. She had pushed Callum out of her life with her own hands. Callum had vanished completely from her world. For the first time in her life, Sienna tasted the agony of a broken heart. … That very night, I boarded a flight to Sobrea. I had spent three days in a coma at the hospital. Perhaps the sound of me turning over was too loud. The person watching over me gradually came to. After ten years, I saw Eira Jowett again.

I thought it was over. I really did. However, Sienna always had a way of turning things into something far more insane. It was Sebastian who slid a phone across the table to me. “You need to see this.” The screen showed Sienna’s live stream. She stood on the hospital rooftop, dressed in an oversized patient gown. The wind whipped her hair into a tangled mess. She was gaunt. Her face was as pale as paper. She was crying so hard her voice cracked and tore.

The bedroom door clicked shut, leaving the sisters alone in the blue-lit bunker. Sienna stood by the dresser. She didn't look like the glamazon who had tried to destroy Aria’s career two years ago. She wore linen trousers and a simple white blouse, her hair pulled back in a loose, practical knot. No diamonds. No five-inch heels. But she still stood like a Stone. Chin high, shoulders back, assessing the room for weakness. Her gaze swept over the blacked-out windows, the tangled cables of Noah’s server setup, and finally landed on Aria, propped up in the center of the king-sized bed.

Sienna's beauty and sexiness made the world around her stop, Brianna felt inadequately dressed even though Sienna was simply wearing high-waisted jeans with a crop top and a fleece coat, taking her height up a notch with a pair of nude heels. Her warm beige skin was radiant, and her usually long hair was trimmed down to her shoulders, she looked amazing. "Brianna!" She squealed and rushed towards her, pulling Brianna into a bone-crushing hug. "Oh my word, look at you!" She pulled away, she was literally holding her by the shoulders while staring down at her. Brianna smiled at her. "Sienna, you look amazing!" Sienna laughed and waved her off. "Oh, come on, you know me!" She said in her deep,

The scent of expensive, floral perfume gave her away. "You have such a delicate touch for someone with such... strong hands," a voice purred. Julian turned slowly. Sienna Brooks was leaning against the edge of his desk. She wasn't wearing her professional blazer today. Instead, she wore a silk blouse that was unbuttoned just a bit too far for a Wednesday morning. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and her smile wasn't the sharp, marketing smile she gave Elara. It was something much more personal.

I limit myself to answer, and then I rinse my mouth. I look in the mirror after I'm done and can't find peace. I feel like life has hit me on different fronts simultaneously. I don't know if I was more panicked about being kidnapped or if my half-brother almost fell in love with me. At what point has my whole life been turned upside down like this? I take a deep breath, take courage, and leave the bathroom to meet Lucas's expectant gaze. "Are you feeling alright, Sienna?" he asks me, extremely worried.