Sienna Mercer And Aiden Norwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jenna, on the other hand, was the only one without any readable expression, so she was going to be my distraction from talking to Aidan directly. I realized that this was the first time that Jenna and Aidan had really been in the same spot, except for the opening day of the multipack moon meet which was weeks ago, and even then, they didn’t get a chance to speak to each other. I stuck with introductions. “Jenna,” I began. “This is Aidan Graham. Aidan, this is my friend, Nadia’s godmother, Jenna, or Jen,” I said, sputtering unnecessary details.

"Noah." A bad feeling sat in my chest. I looked where she was looking and saw a young guy, about twenty years old, walking with his mom. He was big with dark hair. At first glance, he seemed a bit like Noah. He wasn't Noah. I immediately stood up. "Sienna." She was already walking away. Her pace grew faster with every step. "Noah!" She cried out. The young guy turned back with a puzzled look. Before I could stop her, Sienna had already hugged him tight.

It was early in the morning, and Sienna was woken up by the phone. Sienna picked up the phone in confusion and saw the name Madison on it. "Sienna, you remember the movie building's audition at nine o'clock this morning?" Madison was her assistant and had been with her for two years. Sienna always goes to her auditions alone, so she didn't want Madison to come with her. She only allowed her to go with her when she had work for her to do.

Alex burrows closer, like she knows exactly what I’m thinking. She’s crying. Quiet, controlled, trying to hide it from me. But I feel it in the way her shoulders twitch. My throat burns. My chest aches. I press another kiss to her hair, slow and steady, like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. “Ti amo,” I whisper against her forehead. She doesn’t answer. But her hand finds mine in the dark. And that’s enough. ———— Damian It’s almost 3 a.m. when I get back to the condo. I’m hoping Sareena is already fast asleep, because I still don’t know how to tell her what is going on with Gabriella and Sophia.

I said, laughing, while driving away. “Ping.” A notification sound came from my phone. I reached out for it to check, and Ouu it was a text from my best friend Ariela. She’s currently a student at the City University of New York (CUNY). She transferred from SUNY after her family had to move to Brooklyn per the demands of her dad's job as a neurosurgeon. I’ve missed her a lot, and I hope to see her sometime soon. “Hey, Lia. Gotten to school yet?” her text read.

The man smiled gently. “Hello, Aiden.” Zara’s blood ran cold. Because she recognized him immediately from the Harbor files. Andrew Mercer. The future president of the United States. Mercer looked almost disappointed. “This became messier than I hoped.” Zara pulled Aiden behind her. “Stay back.” Mercer ignored her completely. His attention stayed on Aiden. “You look just like Henry did at your age.” Aiden pressed closer against Zara. Mercer sighed softly. “You’re frightening him.”

"But... you said you weren't seeing anyone. You said you were done with men." "I was," Sienna said. tears spilled over her lashes. "It was a mistake. One night. A moment of weakness when I was feeling lonely and... nostalgic." "Who?" Aria asked. Sienna looked at her hands. "Marcus," she whispered. Aria stared at her sister. Marcus. Noah's best friend. The man who had driven Sienna away from their parents' house. The man who was currently dating an architect named Claire. "Marcus," Aria said. "When?"

The first few make me smile despite myself: Derek with a ridiculous hat; Ava and Anna laughing with cotton candy; Luke and Aiden standing in front of a ride with their arms thrown around each other. And then I see them. Sienna. Scott. And Aiden. It is a simple photo, just the three of them, standing close under a string of lights. Scott is holding Aiden, who has a half-eaten churro in one hand, and his other arm is wrapped loosely around Sienna’s shoulders. She is smiling, really smiling, her eyes bright and soft in a way that I haven’t seen in years. They look… happy... My chest tightens painfully.

Sienna said, her voice steady despite visible anxiety. Luca opened the first file, showing photographs. "This is Serena now engaged to Marcus Vitale, heir to one of the most powerful crime families in northern Italy." Sienna stared at the photos. Her twin, identical except for styling and expression, always perfectly dressed, always smiling that careful smile that didn't reach her eyes. "She's beautiful," Sienna whispered. "She is," Luca agreed. "But beauty isn't the same as goodness. Sienna, your sister isn't the person you've imagined."

After listening to Adrian's account, she could only figure the pair had fallen into alternate universes inside that bowling alley. Rose and Tamara listened attentively, oo-ing and ahh-ing in all the right places as Scarlett nodded, trying not to frown too openly. "Where is he?" Sienna asked, looking about on her third circuit of the courtyard. "I dunno," Scarlett shrugged when all eyes turned to her for answers. "He never replies to me. I don't think he likes me that much." "Oh, he does," Sienna said with a wide smile. "He told me so."