Sierra Larson Novels & Stories

Sierra stood near the fireplace, her arms wrapped around herself. “She won’t stop,” she whispered. “Every word she says is aimed at me. And they believe her, Damien. I see it in their eyes.” Damien leaned against the desk, arms folded, his jaw tight. “Let them believe what they want. Their whispers mean nothing.” “But they do!” Sierra snapped, surprising herself with the sharpness of her tone. “You don’t understand she’s not trying to prove anything. She doesn’t need to. She just wants me to break. And I…” Her voice cracked. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending.”

She laughs bitterly, shaking her head, “Of course, you would defend her. Open your eyes, Lucas. I’m your mate. She’s just a slut who seduced you.” The muscle in Lucas’s jaw ticks, and I silently pray that he stops. I can see the conflict in his eyes. He knows helping me will only make things worse, but he doesn’t want to leave me to Sierra’s rage. So, I take the choice from him and shake my head. His hands curl into fists, but thankfully, he doesn’t come any closer. “I want you to forbid Harper from ever meeting you again, especially if you’re alone,” Sierra demands. “They shouldn’t be anywhere near each other,” the girl holding my right arm says.

I have an interview for a proper career with healthcare and bonuses. Okay, Zoe, breathe, don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s an interview. You don’t have the job yet. I tossed Isaac’s laptop into my bag. I need to shower, brush my hair and find an interview outfit. Shit, I’m a waitress, my interview outfit consists of faded black jeans and a black t-shirt with a hole in the armpit. My feet hit the sidewalk running. There’s a charity shop on the route home. It never has much in my size but with a grand total of six dollars to my name, it’s my only option.

I think her name is Sierra. Sarn's story next... END OF PART TWO

Her stomach grumbled in response. “God bless you”, she murmured. “Welcome home, soldier”, Sienna called from the beanbag across their room. She was dressed in a massive hoodie, chopsticks in one hand and her iPad in the other. She was probably watching one of her trashy reality TV shows. Sienna Lewis was the kind of person who made a lasting impression without barely even trying. And she could talk her way out of anything, including late assignments and even minor traffic violations. Zaria often wondered how they ended up as best friends. Sienna, loud and electric. Zaria, quiet and self-contained. Oil and water. And yet, somehow they blended perfectly.

The movement was so unnatural my stomach lurched into my beating heart. “Lucrezia come out of hiding. Mommy is sorry she will never do that to you again. I love you. Lucrezia Mom has something to tell you I’m pregnant. It’s all your fault if I didn’t have to feed you this would have never happened.” The voice that left this woman’s mouth sounded exactly like my mother. Icy fear gripped my heart. I started screaming as the fear consumed me. It felt so unnatural, almost like the fear wasn’t mine. I tried to calm down, but nothing was working. My heart hammered faster and faster. I was starting to choke on the fear. The scream was turning guttural. I closed my eyes trying to force everything to

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

“Oh, I understand. You want me gone so you can play house with her. So you can pretend this is all normal.” “Lysandra…” “No,” I said firmly, dropping the pretense. “I’m staying. If you want to keep your Omega and your little bastard child, fine. But I’m not leaving.” Silence wrapped around us, thick and suffocating. Damon’s jaw clenched, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. Sienna didn’t move. She remained standing by the window, but the strength in her posture hadn’t wavered. She wasn’t the weak, broken girl I had expected. She was something else. Something I wasn’t sure I could break.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.