Sierra Furtado Book Novels & Stories

She said with a smile. “And what about you?” I ask. “Am Riley Sanders. Am twenty four. My parents died when I was around eight years and ever since I had been living in my former pack before it got invaded. I was then taken in by another pack where I met my first mate and some stuffs happened and he had to reject me. It was in the cell I was that I had met Reuben and the others. It was hard staying in a dungeon but those kids made every moments and every part of my stay there memorable. I actually like writing but I haven’t got any inspiration with taking care of the kids and training” She said.

She moved over to the table where her laptop was lying at the corner of the room, she punched the keyboard few times and realized she wasn't totally wrong about the campervan being in the outskirts of the city. Jared couldn't sleep the first night in the fortress. He kept reminiscing and reflecting his day. He had met so many people with different abilities like him except they had control over their abilities which made them seem very cool. For instance, Jamie who could appear and disappear to anywhere he wanted to, anywhere he thought, very cool! He also met Dawn who could create several doppelganger of herself and control them to do different activities all at once. Alessia who could crea

Rafael stood near the window, suddenly very interested in the snow outside. Serena looked from one face to another and realized no one was stepping in front of her. "I did what I had to do. Adrian was going to ruin me. The Rossis would have used that baby to own me, and Dad would have thrown me to them to save the ledger. Damian, you don't understand what it's like to be a woman in this world. You either get chosen or you get sold. I chose the man strong enough to protect me." Damian's jaw tightened. "You chose to burn Eve for cover."

I reached out, my thumb lightly brushing the glass screen over her name. Principal Founder: Sierra Figueroa. "Go get 'em, independent," I whispered to the empty office, shoving the phone into my pocket as the desk line started buzzing again. The Wellingtons were still trying to bleed my stock, but as I sat back down to face the numbers, I felt a sudden, sharp surge of energy. Let them come. I was going to handle the mud down here, and Sierra was going to fly right over it, completely untouchable.

Damien is countering with his iron grip of freedom and possession. And Sierra? She was no longer the silent good girl. She was the prize. The battlefield. The rope in a war where every tug left her bruised, but also awakened a strength she had never known she possessed. As the silence stretched at the table, Sierra finally looked up. Her voice trembled, but her words were sharp: “I am not a weapon. And I am not a prize.” Both Vanessa and Damien froze, their gazes colliding with hers. For the first time, Sierra felt something dangerous flicker in her chest. Not just fear. Not just desire. But power.

“Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.” A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. “But silence isn’t strength,” Sienna continued. “Community is. And that’s what we’re building here.” After the session ended, Natalia approached her with a wide grin. “You were amazing. The women were hanging on every word.” Sienna exhaled, wiping her palms on her skirt. “I was terrified.” “Didn’t show.” Just then, Sienna’s phone buzzed. It was a picture from Federico—baby Lucia nestled in Matteo’s arms, her tiny fist curled in his hair. Below it, he’d written: Your daughter ha

She shared her journey of self-liberation and authenticity, inspiring others to question the narratives that held them back and step into their power. Her story became a catalyst for personal growth and transformation, empowering readers to embrace their true potential. In Chapter Thirty, Rita's narrative unfolded with passion and determination. Her journey became a testament to the human capacity for resilience and self-empowerment. As readers immersed themselves in this chapter, they were reminded of their innate ability to rise above limitations and create a life that transcends societal expectations and self-imposed boundaries.

There are no foods scattered around, instead, there are piles of books arranged by the corner, a bed, a desk, and a drum that contains alcohol. When Sierra sniffed the content of the drum she opened, she coughed as the smell pieced into her senses. Then it occurred to her that the rogue king must be staying here. “Heaven is on my side,” Sierra thought in her mind as she started rummaging through the books searching for traces of evidence that Vista mentioned but she could not find any. Her search went on for about half an hour and her frustration was kicking in. Sierra punched the wall as beads of sweat trickled down her face. She knew that time was not on her side but the frustration of not

By noon, the announcement would hit every major channel: A press conference. Not defensive. Not apologetic. A declaration of truth: Zoe’s bloodline. Eva Petrova’s story. The old marriage. The attempted threats. Laid bare. So that no attack could be called a secret war again. Dimitri watched her move through the room—poised, certain. She wasn’t the frightened woman who had first walked into his world. She was a mother. A fighter. A partner. And in this, they were unbreakable.

“Excuses….. excuses….. excuses. I guess that is the only thing you are good at.” “ I am not making an excuse. People are allowed to keep the book for more than a week if they make a special application.” She tried to say in an even tone but it wavered slightly towards the end. “Whatever! I have no time to waste on people like you.” She said airily and stormed out of the door. “What a great way to start the day,” Sia muttered under her breath and checked the register to ensure that all the entries were in order. Then she walked along the shelves, running her hand over the books. She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’.