Novel & Cerita Sienna Khan Rwby

"Now he's gonna be pissed at me for pointing out the obvious." "No, he'll be pissed at you for gloating," Sienna said, giving the girl one of her 'queen of the bitches' looks. The girl ignored her, turning her attention to Adrian. She took a crouching position by his feet and smiled up at him. "So you're a famous streamer?" she said. Sienna had the urge to kick her straight in her chest, launching her skanky ass across the computer room. "Hah," Adrian said, looking up at Sienna. "My girl is looking like she wants to missile dropkick you into the corridor."

Ryder let his fingers move carefully along Sierra's uninjured ribs—not a medical assessment this time, just contact, the bond running warm and present through every point where his hand rested against her side. "You were incredible," he said, low enough that the cameras' audio would have to work for it. "And terrifying. My wolf doesn't know whether to be proud or insane." Sierra's mouth curved. A real one this time, not the controlled almost-smile she used on Knox and the guards. "Can he be both?" "He already is." Ryder's hand stilled against her ribs. "You fight like that again, and I won't be able to control him." She turned her head to look at him directly, and this close, the violet rim

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.

For one night, she felt like her wolf had found its true home. She had loved Charles since they were pups. She was just ten winters old when she first saw him. From that day, she worked hard to be someone he would notice. For twelve long years, she worked to make that seed grow. She knew she was from a low-ranking pack, unworthy of an Alpha’s son. So she worked in secret. Late at night, she taught herself to design and sew, her fingers tracing patterns until they ached. She became “Sienna,” a mysterious designer whose clothes were sought after by the richest she-wolves in the city. She kept it a secret, a treasure she planned to lay at his feet one day. She dreamed of the look on his face wh

I heard Safia scream, then she began to laugh, and it destabilised the jinni. Safia walked out of the ring of fire naked. Her clothes were burned, but her skin... her skin was bronze. I had never seen anything like it. Her eyes were neon green, and her skin was flawless. All traces of age were gone; she looked as young as her daughter but with perfect skin. The jinni's eyes widened in fear. "Ruhun'Daji!" Aljanan Daji yelled, finally realising who her opponent was.

He was letting the Huntress finish the kill. ​Sienna was still on her knees, her white silk robe—the one she had worn like a queen’s mantle—now stained with the dark red wine she and her brother had been drinking like gluttonous gods. She looked up at me, her sea-colored eyes wide with a desperate, pathetic terror that stripped away every ounce of her regal pretension.