Sienna Mercer Novels & Stories

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

I was sure as hell I blinked twice or even more. She was the Sindy Kate. “Sindy?” And I almost didn’t catch her reaction when her posture turned rigid, and her glowing big eyes widened—even wider, then blinked away. Those big eyes—they were green when I felt like we stared at each other that night. My heart leaped up to my throat. But this woman had a pair of dark ocean blue. Nevertheless, I was relieved that she was beautiful in the flesh than on the screen. “Clyve, this is Westley—” Wait a minute, she’s Westley? I thought she was a guy. What the fuck?

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

I said. "Why?" Maxwell asked. I wasn't expecting him to ask. I was expecting Clay to ask that question. I guess the whole warming thing had softened him. "That bitch is too much work. She is rude, arrogant and impossible to deal with. I can't deal with her shit. She also has a sense of entitlement. She didn't even say thank you for the stuff I got her. She is a grade-A bitch." I complained, and Clay began to laugh. "She is a Valkin Alpha's child, Lucian. What did you expect?" Maxwell said.

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

I ask him with some anger. "Miss Di Marco" interrupts Diego, the waiter who always serves me here. "Hello Diego, the usual please," I ask him, and he nods. "A Chardonnay for me; the best you got," he says, and Diego nods and leaves. Lucas stares at me once again. "I'm sorry Sienna, I had to let you be free so I could go back to talk to you," he says as if that was an explanation. "And what has changed? I am still the daughter of Mauricio Di Marco, according to you the man who hurt your sister. What we have experienced and the damage we have done to each other has not changed," I say firmly, and even I would say with anger.

I was no longer just the broken girl Dominic had discarded. I was Sienna Ashford. CEO of TX Textiles. A woman of power. A woman of influence. All my enemies were near doom soon. Very soon.

That she has information you need to hear and that it's important. Maya's concern was clear. "I can turn her away if" "No. I'll see her." Old instincts demanded I know what Silver Moon wanted, even if it meant confronting a painful past. "But with security present. And Draven." Sienna was young—maybe nineteen —with the same cold features as Theron, but something softer in her eyes. She stood in the meeting room, visibly nervous, nothing like the entitled cruelty I associated with Silver Moon pack members. "Luna Kaia. Thank you for seeing me." Her voice shook slightly. "I know this is unexpected"