Sienna Southern Charm Novels & Stories

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

I look at him like, Man, seriously? He grins. “Bro… you don’t even know.” “I do know. I have my own woman. Relax.” But my eyes are glued to the bar. Now it’s Carmen… Keisha… and here comes Martin, trying to calm things down. Sienna’s arms fold across her chest. That’s when I know she’s pissed. Silent Sienna is the worst kind of storm. Then it happens. Sienna laughs loud enough for the whole backyard. And says, clear as day...

Sienna was just a very outgoing person. Elara knew that people in marketing often used charm and energy to get things done. Sienna was a social person by nature; her whole job was to be convincing and engaging. Elara had seen her act in a similar way with other people in the office. It was likely just her personality—the kind of bold confidence that helped her succeed.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen your new home yet. Mind giving me a tour?" Sienna said this with an innocent look on her face. She had specially dressed up today. It was already autumn in Amber City, but she still wore a low-cut dress. She didn't even wear a coat. The wine-red, low-cut Hepburn-style dress really showcased her graceful figure. With a face enhanced by high-tech procedures and masterful makeup skills, Sienna shone wherever she went. "Sure, no problem." Sienna's intentions were clear at a glance. There was no stopping her. Even if Lorraine refused, she had plenty of ways to force Lorraine to take her to the bedroom.

She felt a pang in her chest, a mixture of heartache and determination fueling her drive for revenge. Sienna made her exit, her heart pounding in her chest. She had come dangerously close to revealing her true identity. The encounter had left her rattled, but it only served to strengthen her resolve. As Sienna stepped into the elevator, she whispered to herself, "You have no idea what's coming for you, David Hendrix. The storm is just beginning." Returning to her mansion, she received a message from one of her associates, informing her about an upcoming charity gala. The event was organized to raise funds for underprivileged children, providing them with education and healthcare.

“Most people I meet here don’t exactly have a story worth telling.” There’s a sly charm to his voice, like he knows he’s pushing her buttons and wants to see just how far she’ll let him go. Sienna’s not entirely sure whether she finds his confidence irritating or, somehow, oddly endearing. “You’d be surprised,” she says, keeping her voice steady. “People here are a lot more than what they seem.”

“Relax. Fred’s smart. He’ll find a way. And when you two finally get married, don’t forget to hook me up with one of his friends.” Sienna forced a smile. “I already told you, didn’t I? I will.” Pearl’s eyes gleamed. “Don’t forget Franklin. God, did you see the pictures from that charity gala? The man looks like he was sculpted.” Sienna’s smile twitched. She had seen those pictures. And she knew exactly why her stomach twisted with something disturbingly close to envy. “Franklin’s not even in Chicago,” Sienna muttered. “He left without saying when he’d be back. And I don’t have his number.”

"That's not a wise thing to do, wrong timing... insensitive." "Chief Onapuruagu and Chief Kaave aren't the only owners of a yacht in Dirty South." With her heartbeat jumping into double time, Georgianna stared at Larissa. "This one belongs to a big shot in Dirty South." "You're really living the life hunie, and you deserve it. Goodbye to trenches, bestie." Hell, she was smiling now. Georgianna hated fretting but couldn't help herself, emptying another glass of wine, she dropped the glass. "That's what you get when your surname ends with Kaave."

"Pull all investment from Donna's company. I'll handle the final meeting myself. And starting now, scale down everything in Fremora. Shift operations back to Carmoria." Leandro Corp had always been Carmoria-focused. But eight years ago, I dragged the whole company back to Fremora—our home country—just to stay close to her. Now, I was heading back to Carmoria. For good. Out of Donna's life, permanently. Then another text popped up. [Let's get divorced. I'm tired.] This time, I didn't stop her. I replied with one word: [Okay.] Next morning, I woke up at eight. From my office, I heard yelling outside.

Days ago, he was in tears, and now he was by her side again. I didn’t know... they didn't look perfect to me. Mia always overdid things. “Soren!” Running after him, I screamed his name, but he just wouldn’t stop or listen. “Soren, wait!” I grabbed his arm as I finally caught up with him. “What do you want, Sienna?” he yelled in my face. I stepped back, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I… I…” I stuttered, unsure of what to say.