Sierra Furtado Book Novels & Stories

The kind of look I hope that I give Sierra on a daily basis. "I want to know everything,, He says and sits as our cups get topped off. Definitely need all the refills I can get before travelling the last hour to see my woman and to bring her home. "Sierra went after some findings 3 weeks ago. She has kept in touch with my parents and sister. Although she has come a long way from the severely underweight woman I know to the beautiful, talks your ear off now woman, she is hard to read sometimes. Extremely closed off and guarded. She was abused by her previous Alpha and the pack. And had selective mutism for 12 years, which they assumed was deafness from the accident. She has scars that she won

Pablo spoke restless. Giovanni and Guiseppe, both were anxious... They were going mad. They called every person who could know about the girls but found nothing. Sierra opened her eyes as she saw the surroundings, the unfamiliar place looked so much creepy. "Help!" she shouted when she saw her hands and legs were being tied. A man came and talked rudely to her. "Do not shout, bitch," he said when he turned to leave. A minute later when she was trying her best to make her hands untied, a female stepped in, the clicking sound of her heels made Sierra turned her face to see her.

I used to think Sierra was the villain in my story and I never understood why she looked at me like I was the one who destroyed her, but now it’s so fucking clear… Chloe and I were always the villains in hers. I try to drag air into my lungs, but it doesn’t come easy. Every breath feels forced and painful, like my body is rejecting it. Still, I force myself to turn the last page. [This is my karma for every foul thing I did to Sierra. The pain wrecking my body? It’s a hundred times the pain Sierra felt every time her heart broke and every time her soul shattered. I won’t beg for forgiveness because I deserve to burn in hell, but Noah, if you ever find this notebook, if you ever read this, ju

~ SIERRA ~ Sierra was anxious all day long. She could barely concentrate on her intro to media and culture class. She kept looking at the clock, dreading each minute that passed. Yes, on one hand, it was exciting to think about seeing Colton later tonight. But on the other hand, Rosie’s warning was ringing in her ear.

The part of me that should have felt horror was buried too deep, armored by a decade of colder calculations and the absolute priority that was Sierra and Katie, sleeping beside me. I slipped from bed carefully. Sierra was curled on her side, her breathing deep but not entirely peaceful. Her eyelids fluttered. She knew. The realization had settled between us last night, unspoken but palpable, coloring every touch, every sigh. She had looked it in the face and hadn’t flinched. She had come to me instead, our passion a war fought on a different battlefield. Her silence this morning was her answer. She had chosen to stay in the fortress, even now that she could see the blood on the foundations.

Raptor was curious about what gifts his granddaughter had inherited from him. "She doesn't like to speak of it. Mira is the same way. Mira has an altogether different gift. But Amethyst, she knows things. Things that are not yet. I would say she is a prophetess. Mira, her gift terrified her as a child. Unfortunately, she learned to be very careful about who and what she touched." Raptor looked at his daughter and frowned, "Why?"

“I’m not going anywhere, Jeremy. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared. My family… the accident, the lawsuit, my stepmother. What if Sierra drags it all up?” Jeremy reached for her hand. “We face it together. No more secrets. No more running.” She squeezed his hand, tears stinging her eyes. “Promise?” “Promise.” They sat in silence, the weight of the past pressing down, but the promise of the future holding them steady. The Memoir Excerpt Drops By Thursday, the first excerpt from Sierra’s memoir hit the internet. It was sensational but vague, hinting at wild parties, blurred boundaries, and a quarterback “who never let anyone close.” There were no names, but the implication was clear.

Sierra perked up. On the other hand, Fiona reached Carlos home. She locked herself in her room and let the tears to flow freely. She had been holding back her pain since the moment she saw Sierra. She remembered how sweet Sierra was back when they used to work together. She used to lend Fiona money even though she herself was running on a tight leash. Sierra used to wait for her to have dinner together. And more often than Fiona could remember, Sierra used to help Fiona from some troublesome customers who refused to take 'No' for an answer.

“It is,” Sierra replied shortly. The historian seemed quite impressed with the woman and he questioned her, “If you said that this is a rare ability, how Lady Sierra knows about this?” Gray could see that Sierra’s lips twitched a little. “I read it on a book,” “I see,” the man wrote a couple of sentences quickly and added, “Then, may I know where to get this book? I have to do read it by myself to write a clear and precise information.”

Chapter 2. It was almost midnight when Sierra realised that she had only written a total of 5 SENTENCES!! And about three of them were insults. She groaned and pushed her laptop away from herself “ugh this book hates me” Malachi noticed the look of frustration on her face and teased…”what’s wrong?” with a little giggle. “Oh shut up” she groaned…again, throwing a piece of crumpled paper across the room. It missed completely. “Oh I missed by a mile” she said to him sarcastically.