Sierra Larson Novels & Stories

My underwear is ruined. What the hell did I just do? For the first time since Theodore posted that video, since Harold threatened me, since my aunt threw me out, I felt powerful. Wanted. Alive. Even if it was the most wrong, most forbidden version of those things. I almost don’t recognize Sierra when I reach the bottom of the stairs. She’s wearing a fancy cream-colored silk skirt that hugs her lean curves, paired with a pink cashmere sweater. Her brown hair is straightened down to her back, with her glasses pushed up like a headband.

“Aww, look. The orphan and the prince. Aren’t they cute together?” Chuckles rippled through the nearby students. Patricia chimed in, eyes heavy-lidded and bored. “Didn’t realize we were watching a romance drama. Should’ve brought snacks.” Sierra’s jaw clenched. Malick straightened beside her like a storm brewing. But Elara raised a hand—delicate, like she was conducting an orchestra—and smiled. “Sierra’s just playing house. That’s what freaks do when they’re scared of being alone.” The words didn’t hit her like knives. They hit like ice. And behind them—buried so deep only Sierra could hear—came a hiss of shadow, curling around her spine and whispering things in her mother’s voice.

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.

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

“Need I remind you, Noah, they’re the ones who came looking for me? Not the other way around.” She has a fucking point, but it doesn’t make sense. It has to be something she did at dinner. Something that made Nova and Nolan latch onto her. They’ve never acted so out of character for anyone. Not even me. So what’s so special about Sierra? What is it about her that made my own children trick Iris and defy me? “If you think you can use them to get to me, you’re dead wrong,” I bite out. “I’ll never love you, Sierra. Why can’t you get that through your head? The only woman for me will always be Chloe.”

I wondered if, one day, Cyrus would join me at these meetings, even as I shoved the memories of mine and Harper’s break up off to one side. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Sierra called, bustling across the sodden grass. She was wrapped up in a woollen hat, long, trailing scarf, and rainbow coloured gloves. Strands of honey-toned hair flew behind her as she fell into a half-walk, half-run in her attempt to make up for being late. “I didn’t mean to take so long – I had to make one last quick call, just to make sure–“ “Relax, sweet,” said Beau, his usually shrewd eyes kind. “You’re the main event. That makes you worth the wait.”

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Her posture strong and upright and her eyes are glowing with orange fire. “Let’s go. Radar means well but he can’t stop us from doing this. Juan needs to be found and thrown to the enemy as soon as possible.” Sierra pushes past me, marching towards the door and despite coming face to face with a wolf blocking her path she faces them down with ferocity. Carmen freezes and turns her head to stare, while Leyanne smirks and shrugs at the sudden show of psycho Sierra. I exhale loudly my head beginning to ache and wonder how I ended up with a mother-in-law who has a sudden death wish.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Then I narrowed my eyes at her, a little suspicious. "Wait... are you pregnant or something?"I asked. Sierra shook her head quickly, raising both hands. "Nope! I never miss my pills. I’m good. Plus, I’m not ready. I want to enjoy a little more freedom before I have to grow a human. Besides, I have my own psychotic drama, Zane's sister."She said. "Oh God. What did she do now?"I asked. “She sent me a wreath.” Sierra said with a deadpan expression.