Sienna Southern Charm Novels & Stories

I cannot let Claire marry an older man, especially not Damon Winters. "You have always been beautiful, Sienna. I cannot believe that you are still so beautiful after all these years. Maybe we should go out for a few drinks one night. Or are you in a relationship?" I ask. I already know that she is in a relationship. I already know that she has stolen Mike from Claire just because she could. And Mike is a stupid asshole. However, I pretend that I do not know anything because I want to see if Siena has changed. Will she tell me the truth, or will she lie? Is she still the brat she was? I believe she is. Why else would she take Claire's husband from her? I know why she took Mike. She wanted rev

Lori approached her and asked her a question. "I'm going to get fucked by my prince charming," she said as she snuck out her window and down the ladder to the ground below. Lori didn't say anything, simply shook her head and continued to paint her nails. ****************** Sienna knew it was a little bit of a hike to get to his house, but she didn't care. She was a woman on a mission. Several cars slowed down and asked her if she needed a ride. All men, of course. She politely thanked them and said no. One car with two guys, one white and one Mexican, wouldn't leave her alone. They followed her for a while.

She drops beside me and takes a sip of the drink I ordered for her "Why am I here? Have you decided I'm finally your type?" Sienna is the last person I would ever think of fucking. For starters, she's only twenty-three and Rizzo's only daughter. She's also the typical rich kid who lives online and spends her father's money without a care. She barely managed to finish high school and has fucked almost every famous man in this city. Even if she was older, she wouldn't be my type. I like my women classy and with brains. "What has your old man been up to lately?" "You're such a bore, Ric. If I'd known you called to talk about him, I wouldn't have come"

As I looked at Frankie, I imagined her to be Sierra seated across me, holding that slim fragile flute in her hands as she sipped on either Cava or Asti. Brian would be with either Nala or even Lorraine most likely in the cockpit disturbing Stanley with questions. I know Sierra was not money minded in as much as her parting words had been that she was in just for the money. I know she said that just so that I wouldn’t bother looking for her.

she told Gena. "Okay." Gena was occupied with her own adventure over the smiling Harry who was now talking. Claire smiled knowingly. She could tell the Asian was smitten. "And you should put your Asian charms into use if you want to capture the black chocolate," she whispered to Gena, teasing her. "Well, that is if he's available . . . unlike some manwhore I know." Now she glared gravely at Ryan, who was smiling at something Doris had just said.

“You don’t have to be an ass about it.” He chuckles as he steps back, giving me just enough space to slip past him. “I’d argue that being an ass is half my charm.” I don’t dignify that with a response, too flustered to summon a proper retort. I walk with him down the hall and into the sunlit parlor. The table is set with an assortment of dishes, and I’m shocked to see Sienna already seated, her hands folded neatly in her lap. “Amara,” Sienna greets me with a polite smile, her tone warm.

one more time, I swore I’d throw my wine glass off the balcony and scream so much profanity even the next door neighbor will chant them in their sleep. But I had to admit, I learned way more quickly than expected. I mean High society wasn’t new to me. I’d been born into it, raised in it, shoved into cocktail dresses and charity galas before I even hit puberty. So the basics came back fast. The real struggle was Sienna’s personality. Calm. Reserved. Graceful. Always measured, like every word she spoke had been weighed and tested before leaving her lips. She had this elegance and natural look that made her so graceful and beautiful, you would want to always have her smiling at you. Me on the o

an evil smile found it's way to my face as I continued looking at the mansion, I would make him regret ever thinking he could toy with me. I Sienna Cross won't back down that easily "it's the mansion that captivating?" An unfamiliar voice came, I quickly turned curious to see who it was, the person standing behind me was a tall obviously well built man, he had short black hair, and charming hazel eyes, he is ..... Handsome.

The passenger window rolled down. “Lena Hart.” The voice was low, familiar. “Who are you?” “Someone who made the same mistake you did. Get in. I’ll show you the notes.” Every instinct screamed danger. My legs felt weak. But the terror of losing Evan pushed me forward. I opened the door and slid into the dark car. The leather seat was cold. The air smelled faintly of cigarettes and perfume. The driver took off her sunglasses. Sienna. “You’ve been sending the texts?”

"Are you sure this plan is going to work, Selena?" Sofia asked, adjusting the strap of her red bikini in front of my bedroom mirror. "Of course it will. What guy could resist the three of you?" I replied, overflowing with confidence. Bella turned to face me as she applied a coat of bright crimson lipstick. "Your stepfather looks like a very high-caliber man. What if he’s actually the loyal type?" "Loyalty is just a concept until temptation walks in, Bel. Just trust me," I said, walking over to the large window that overlooked the backyard swimming pool.