Sienna Brooks Novels & Stories

“That’s not helping.” “It’s true though.” Luca stepped closer then, expression unreadable now. “What do you need from me?” he asked. The question caught her off guard because there was no defensiveness in it. No charm. Just honesty. Sienna looked at him for a long moment before answering carefully. “Space to still be myself.” “You are yourself with me.” “That’s not what I mean.” She crossed her arms tightly now. “I don’t want to become another woman photographed on your arm for entertainment.”

“Trust me, there are so many things going through my head. My lawyer… I spoke with him this evening… and he was telling me about a certain lawyer named Randy and how he’s one of the top paid lawyers in the country.” She scoffed. “Top paid lawyers, my ass. How can she afford it? Do you think she has access to loans or maybe somebody took pity on her and decided to give her money?” I shrugged. “You do know Sienna is a very beautiful woman. She can easily bat her eyes in somebody’s office and get the person’s love and affection.” She laughed. “Don’t be silly. Sienna is not even close to beautiful. I’m the beautiful one.” I wanted to argue with her, but for the sake of peace, I decided to let Di

Liam's POV Bianca sashayed down the stairs in what I believed they called a mermaid dress. It was pale blue, pretty long and so tight-fitted, her curves melted into the dress. Her blonde hair was curled up and pinned with a few strands left to dangle in the front.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen your new home yet. Mind giving me a tour?" Sienna said this with an innocent look on her face. She had specially dressed up today. It was already autumn in Amber City, but she still wore a low-cut dress. She didn't even wear a coat. The wine-red, low-cut Hepburn-style dress really showcased her graceful figure. With a face enhanced by high-tech procedures and masterful makeup skills, Sienna shone wherever she went. "Sure, no problem." Sienna's intentions were clear at a glance. There was no stopping her. Even if Lorraine refused, she had plenty of ways to force Lorraine to take her to the bedroom.

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

Sienna's P.O.V "So Miss Greenwood,why don't we start by telling me about yourself"he says writing something into the diary. "okay...."I say before letting out a sigh "As you know my name is Sienna Greenwood,I'm 21 years of age. I'm in my final year of medical school with the hopes of becoming a neuro surgeon. I was in Italy but moved to America when I was six. I don't know who my dad is but I only know he is from England. That is all"I say looking anywhere but him

Any exciting job offers? Sienna gulped, knowing this was coming. Her mom was definitely going to ask about the package. "No, no job offers," she replied, trying to sound casual. "Just some stuff I ordered online." They weren't just any stuff - they were photos of Christian Bridges, his newest modeling shots that had surfaced online. After downloading the pics, Sienna got them printed, excited to hang them on her wall, concealed behind a fabulous black curtain. It was her own secret shrine, where she had a collection of Christians photos and other memorabilia from the Vesper fashion magazine like rare photos of Christian's most iconic moments, autographed by Christian himself, behind-the-scen

Sienna Cross “You don’t know what rock bottom feels like until the world you lived for laughs as it swallows you whole.” I didn’t cry, not in the courtroom I watched as Maddox Kane walked out of the courtroom, his head held up high, I blinked back my tears, I couldn't breath, I pushed my legs and walked out of the courtroom the press rushed to me and shoved their mics in my face like vultures crowding a corpse. “Sienna cross! What do you have to say about the verdict?” one reported questioned.

A perfume drifted around her — something rare, smoky, unforgettable almost like the one Adrian wore. “No, it’s fine,” Sienna said warmly, smiling. The woman’s lips curved in recognition. “Aren’t you… the actress? From Beneath the Horizon?” Sienna blinked. “Yes. That was me.” “I knew it.” The woman’s smile widened, eyes bright with admiration that felt just a little too precise. “You were brilliant. I heard you left the industry. Such a shame — you’re even more beautiful in person.” Sienna’s cheeks warmed. “That’s kind of you. Thank you.”

"Just let me leave." "You don't give the orders here," Brooke chimes in, crossing her arms over her chest. Sienna steps closer, invading my personal space until the heavy floral perfume clinging to her skin burns my nose. Her smile never falters, but her eyes are filled with pure, unfiltered hatred. "You are so eager to run away," Sienna says softly, swirling the dark red liquid in her glass. "Are you finally realizing you don't belong here?" "I never wanted to be here," I tell her honestly.