Sienna Southern Charm Novels & Stories

Before Luca could agree to anything reckless, a cold, manicured hand slapped flat and hard against his chest. "He wants his girlfriend. That's what he wants," Sienna announced, her voice dripping with venom. Stepping forcefully directly between Luca and the two girls, Sienna held two fresh plastic cups. Her dark eyes narrowed into lethal slits as she glared the competition down. "Beat it, basics," Sienna ordered, not breaking eye contact. "The charity event ended at the rink." Rolling her eyes dramatically, the girl in the mesh dress stepped back. "Whatever. Come on, Chloe. He’s whipped already."

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

It never did with him. His lips twisted into a bitter sneer. “You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you? You think that billionaire of yours is some kind of savior? Newsflash, Sienna, men like Dante don’t change. They get bored, they move on, and when they do, you’ll be right back where you started. Alone. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The man bit his finger at the description of the woman's face that had been bothering Shaquelle. Sienna likes bright red lipstick, but Sienna doesn't have a mole on her chin. Sienna's mother Jerry had never seen her either. As for his father, Jerry has never seen him until now. The last time before he returned to London to continue his studies. And as far as Jerry remembered, Sienna's father didn't have a mole either. Brother or sister, Jerry believes Sienna doesn't have one. Then who is the woman currently bothering Shaquelle?

Mom even had it named Miss Jasmine. "For sure. Just make sure you don't have too much," she reminded me. I nodded and also reminded her the same thing since she's driving. When I made sure I was satisfied with everything, I grabbed my pouch which contained my wallet, phone, and a little bottle of alcohol (because who likes germs?), a little sachet of tissue, and room keys. “We look like real college girls,” Taylor said, which made me giggle. We really do. We went downstairs and there we found Sean sitting pretty on the sofa in the lobby.

said Carissa. Have a lover? Sienna never seems to think about romance because, after knowing about the betrayal committed by Fahmi in the past, it makes it hard for Sienna to believe in love; moreover, Sienna's love story also doesn't go well. Sienna's love story always ends in betrayal. "I'll think about it later," Sienna replied. Sienna's head was throbbing thinking about her problem. Sienna decided to rest because tomorrow she will go to work, not to mention that she also has to meet clients at her boutique.

"No one wants me here. Everyone hates me." "That's not true," Dominic said, his voice softening. "I want you here. And I'm sure the others will come around eventually." He reached out, taking Charlotte's hand in his. Sierra watched the interaction, her heart twisting with a mixture of anger and resentment. She felt like an outsider in her own home, a spectator in a play where she was supposed to be the leading lady. ---

he chuckles. “wh…why?” “Today at the park, I did speak to a Sienna. She didn't look like a famous journalist to me, I would know famous if I saw one” My breathing hitches and I froze, “wh..what? How come?” “She…we just talked bonded basically over mundane things” he sighs, “but I promise you there are a lot of Sienna’s in the city,” “What'd she look like?” “She's small, really beautiful, striking eyes and oh my God, her hair? her hair is beautiful very odd colour, not something you see everyday” he chuckles, “it's platinum”

soft. Sienna was chatty as a broken radio. Nicholas answered her one by one, patient, dry, but never truly dismissive. They sounded like two people who had just met and somehow clicked immediately in the most annoying way. Too easy. Too natural. Even though the same blood ran beneath both their skin, and I was the only person at that table who heard the echo of that fact every time they laughed. “If my shark wears a ribbon,” Sienna said, spearing a strawberry, “is it still scary?”

She held it out to me across the table. It was a charm. A tiny pressed flower, blue and delicate, some kind of wild bloom encased in a thin glass pendant and wrapped in a wire of copper. It was… beautiful. “What’s this?” I asked. “A reminder.” I turned it over in my hand. The flower was faded, a little brittle-looking, but it held its shape. “To remind you to bloom,” Sienna said softly, “even in bad soil.” The words hit me like a gentle slap. Not painful, but sharp enough to make me blink.