Sienna Mercer Novels & Stories

But again, we just got a chance to know each other again after years of living our lives in separate countries. “What’s wrong? I mean, what’s really happening? It doesn’t seem like you to be this demeaning to yourself. The Sienna I know wouldn’t say any rubbish about she can’t do this. In fact, the Sienna I know could do everything she sets her mind to.” Sienna kept her silence. She looked at me but almost like she was looking into an empty space. I doubted whether she was searching for memories of her past self. “I don’t know what I am anymore.” She said softly, and I was as stunned as her when she said that out loud.

No, I am not the bad person nor the criminal in my story—I am the victim. I'll start my story by telling you how I fell in love with this beautiful girl named Sierra McCarthy back in the year 2016. If you went to Willow High, you probably know her as the popular student who was part of the theater club. They always cast her as the major lead because of her charismatic appearance, being an outstanding performer, and being a girl who owns an angelic soothing voice.

“She betrayed him. By sacrificing her own life for the protection of a child who can regain the balance of things. Sierra is a seer and a witch, yes, she has powers unlike any wolf, but they are not strong like a warrior… They are useful in ways of protection on a small scale, and she has abilities to control certain aspects of others. She’s a healer, not a fighter, and she did what she thought could make a difference.”

Elara is still talking about increased patrols and wolfsbane toxicology, but her words fade as my attention locks onto the girl at the coffee counter. Sienna Hart. When the sun is shining, she looks different. She seems softer, wearing a simple dress, and her hair tied back casually. She is not trying to stand out or attract attention; she just looks natural. She's at the café, ordering coffee, laughing at something the barista says. Except she's not safe. Not with the Architects circling.

It would be nice if Lexi and Sienna fought each other. Sienna never bullied me, but Lexi was a pain in my neck. At nearly six feet tall and with an athletic build, she was both strong and beautiful. Seeing weak people made her crave sadism. If it weren’t for Benji constantly defending me, I would have been beaten to a pulp several times by her. If I had to pick sides, I’d still choose Team Lexi because Sienna was Alpha Kayden's girlfriend, and watching her get her ass kicked would be satisfying.

The brave face she had worn for him dissolved, leaving only the terrified mother underneath. "Okay," she whispered to the empty room. "Just us." The door opened again. Sienna walked in, pushing a wheelchair. "Carriage awaits, Cinderella," Sienna said breezily. She wore a trench coat and sunglasses, ready for battle. "Marcus sent a driver for us. A different one. Just in case Vivian has hacked the dispatch system again." "You think of everything," Aria said, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed. "I have trust issues," Sienna corrected. "It's a lifestyle."

Susan looked curious. “You know who it is?” “Of course I do!” Sienna said proudly. “She’s a medical expert named Fiona York.” Miranda paused, glancing up at her. Sienna gave her a knowing look, then added with a touch of mystery, “Mom, guess who Fiona really is.” Susan laughed. “How would I know? Just tell me already.” Sienna beamed. “She’s Xena’s half-sister. A young genius in the medical field.”

Blueberry was in the Manor? Sienna was overjoyed. For days, she had been rotting in her own skin, mourning the loss of her child and nursing a hatred so deep it felt like acid. She looked at the servant kneeling outside her door—the scapegoat for her failed scheme—and wished she could strangle her. But her true target was Chloe. Until now, Xavier’s shadow had made Chloe untouchable. But if the "Demon CEO" had withdrawn his protection, Sienna’s heart began to thump with the rhythm of impending revenge.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

The heavy oak doors of the VIP negotiation suite clicked shut with a heavy, final thud, instantly sealing out the muted hum of the international financial summit. Sienna stood motionless beside a floor-to-ceiling glass panel overlooking the sprawling metropolis below. Her hands were folded calmly across the front of her crisp ivory suit, her posture radiating absolute composure. Beneath that polished exterior, however, every nerve in her body was braced for impact. She had spent a full year preparing for this exact moment, turning her trauma into armor and her pain into cold, calculating intelligence.