Sierra Larson Novels & Stories

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

"I uttered those words, asking Sierra, 'Will you be my Luna?' In that moment, my heart poured out all the emotions I had been holding inside. Anxiously, I waited for her response, hoping with every fiber of my being that she would agree. The anticipation of her answer made my heart race, as I yearned to hold her tightly if she said yes. Uncertainty gnawed at me, questioning the rightness of my decision. Yet, the overpowering emotions within me refused to be silenced. Linda stood beside me, her face a reflection of the pain she felt when I uttered those words to Sierra. Although Linda was my fiancée, her presence had become unbearable. Since meeting Sierra, my heart longed to win her love and

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

Her hands stayed by her side, clenched tightly in a fist, absolutely unable to say anything. "Hey!, don't you think that you're too lofty for a trashed up limp?!. Do you know that Jason is one of the sponsors for this movie - without his financial aid, this movie would definitely flop"- I listened to her trash talk repeatedly in her incredibly annoying high pitched voice. I had my hands over my forehead, feeling a sudden wave of headache coming on from absolutely nowhere. "You're done?." - I asked,my voice low and almost exhausted. "Are you done saying nonsense?" - she paused, her eyes staring at me widely in disbelief.

He was nearly sixteen and truly through with every one of his siblings, especially at times like this. As I rocked Ana, Silas sprawled out on the table, slamming his head into his math textbook. “Silas, I know it’s boring, but the quicker you get your homework done, the quicker you can go,” I said, “I want it finished before Dad gets back from work.” He groaned, and before I could say anything more, my phone rang. I brought it to my ear, still rocking Ana as she finally settled. “Good evening, Washington state police department speaking. Have I reached Mrs Loren?”

I am helplessly watching this soap opera unflinchingly unfold and Alpha did not take the pain to apologize. This for an annoying reason irritates me the most. I flop myself off the chair and glare at the Queen that annoyingly blinks at me. ‘Just get done with it, Lizzy. Let it out already!’ Sierra grunts from the bed where her nose is buried in the tabloid. She is lying flat on her stomach with her legs in the air. Her smooth skin glows under the glaring lights. I enviously scowled at her perfect nails, dark hair, and big doe eyes. She is Sierra from Ahi-Empire; beautiful in her original attire while I have to endure this clumsily stupid body, blonde hair, and ocean-blue eyes.

If this bracelet could calm my senses from the noise of the world… could it also be the reason I’d become a target? Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my bag. When I checked the screen, a message flashed from my mother-in-law. “Where are you, Sierra? Mom wants to see you.” ***

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

There was a fire in her eyes, a determination that seemed to burn brighter than anything Damian had ever seen before. He set the file down and folded his hands on the desk, his smile widening. Sierra was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, intrigued by the layers of her life that he had only just begun to uncover. She was a challenge, yes, but she was also an inspiration—a reminder that true greatness came not from wealth or privilege, but from the strength to forge your own path, no matter the obstacles.

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