Sierra Ferrell Novels & Stories

Shin Alexandra Ferrell, is a woman that went through hell multiple times – that is what people who know her name call her. It is fitting to say that it already became her alias. In her twenty-seven years of existence, she had already experienced and seen all the things that any person could experience and witness in their whole existence. But even if that is already the case, it seems like God has still a lot in store for her

"Yes. She deliberately sent those three guys to attack you. Then she pretended to save you at the last minute, naturally earning your trust and becoming your friend. But her real target was me." "You?" Zada whispered. Halsey nodded and pulled out a photo. "Sierra isn't really who she appears to be. She had plastic surgery. This is what she really looked like." Zada took the photo, seeing the original Sierra—her true identity, Sienna. "Sierra's real name is Sienna Hawk. She used to date Gilbert," Halsey explained. "She couldn't have me, so she became obsessed and had surgery to become Sierra. You were just a pawn in her game."

Tiffany called out, “Say anything about what? What are y’all keeping from me?” The other two waved her off quickly. “Oh, nothing. Nothing. Girl, please.” “Mm-hmm,” Tiffany muttered. “Anyway. Let’s get into this Universal stuff.” Sienna sat forward, nodding. “Once I’m officially done tracking the mayor, shout out to me for doing an awesome job by the way, I’m going full time on Universal.” “You already made waves just dabbling,” Kira said. “I can’t imagine what’s gonna happen when you dive all the way in.”

She scoffed, her expression sour as she leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms. Mika couldn’t help but chuckle, her lips curling into a grin. “God, that’s so typical. You should’ve seen your face when you said that. I can already hear the sarcasm in your voice. You're pretty good at making them realize you mean business.” “I don’t have a choice,” Sierra muttered, looking away as she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. “I’ve spent so much of my life proving I don’t need anything from anyone. I can’t just let some rich guy think that money will make me change my mind. I hate that.”

"I don't give a shit who your father is. Someone stole a warehouse full of material. You think I wouldn't put a bullet in your head? I've killed for less. G****e Flint De Luca and thank your fucking stars she's got me on a collar... and leash." Sierra sucks in a deep breath. "Don't g****e him." On her feet, she stares at Valeriya. "I'm coming here tomorrow. You need to reconsider where your loyalty lies. I want something concrete direction, a name." Valeriya rises to her full height. Without her heels, Sierra would be dwarfed by her. "I tell you. I know nothing. Tomorrow will not change that."

"Oof. Maeve Anderson is getting pissy with her golden boy? You must have fucked up dude" "Sierra's past is ... Christ man it's bad. Her parents were declared dead at the scene of a car accident just over 12 years ago. Sierra was barely 12 years old and sitting by the roadside holding her mom. I read the report late last night as she slept. It fucking broke her man" "Jesus Christ. How did she survive it?"

Then he said coldly, “I want the top three anchors in the company to introduce themselves and tell me about their views on the company.” The person-in-charge looked at three people immediately and urged, “Hurry up and get up one by one. Mind your words while answering Young Master Burton.” These words sounded like he was urging them, but it was actually a reminder that no mistakes would be allowed. Sierra stood up. She was wearing a tight red dress which showcased her perfect and full figure. She had a sexy and charming appearance, and she wasn’t flustered at all as she smiled and said, “Hello, Young Master Burton. I’m Sierra Quillen, the top anchor in the company. I’m a great dancer. I have

Sierra said. Sierra is always by my side since my first year in college until my successful years. I can't just leave her all alone the fact that she's my best friend and my responsibility. "Okay! Sierra, I am. Stop calling, I'm in the middle of a shooting, I'll just finish this last schedule then I'll meet you there okay?" Carolina Benevolent De Guzman, a 23 years old Glamour Model. A Glamour Model is someone who promotes, displays or advertise commercial products like lingerie, bikini and boudoir.

One of the pack members challenged. Aiden stood up abruptly. Sierra who was seated beside them could not say a word because she was unsure of how to convince them that she isn’t a monster. “Right before Sierra left for the border, she trained day and night preparing herself to be strong. She has her inner wolf named Bia, I’ve talked to her before. She’s not a weak omega or a wolf-less girl but a strong silver wolf. You all heard of her great work at the border from General Wayne. Tyler and other omegas can testify to how she saved her colleagues on their way to the border.

She was in New Jersey, at a meeting for Clair Industries, Mira also made millions before turning seventeen, and with my help as always, she was on her way to billions now, along with Josh. "She looks so comfy" Mira says, breaking our conversation to look at Quinn, chatting with Elijah and putting on a show. "Watch this" I say getting up from my chair. I walk over to them, catching the eyes of Elijah, he watched with curious eyes as he sat there with Quinn, he looked so miserable, but I guess he had such a big heart, he couldn't just get up from her presence. "What do you want?" Quinn asks, glaring at me through her lashes,wow, natural ones today.