Sinner Sierra Simone Novels & Stories

But in the artificial heat of this moment, it only added fuel to the fire. ​"She’s a bottomless pit of need, isn't she?" Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that defied blood or brotherhood. ​He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He moved into the narrow space between us, and with a low, guttural grunt of effort, he guided his own length into her, finding the opening she had saved for him. Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

It wasn't her soft feminine charm that seduced me instantly. Sure, I was bewildered by her at first sight. I experienced a rare phenomenon in my system as my eyes found her in that crowd. She was smiling, and that smile was by far the most genuine thing I had witnessed in this world. Nothing was as pure as that fucking one smile. Even tonight, although she was laughing at my obliviousness, that was the most fucking authentic thing in this manufactured world. And I wanted it badly. All her unblemished things are for me only. Her smile, her music, her chaos, and now especially her silence.

Santini introduced her. She looked at Santini wearily. "Sierra." Santini didn't like to be corrected. He simply replied. "You're Serena now." Santini turned to us. "Show her the ropes, and make sure she earns me money." Sierra frowned at him as he left. I stepped up to her, extending my hand. "Hi, I'm Scarlett-" She moved a strand of hair behind her ear and appeared dismissive. "Whatever." I froze. Well, who let the drama queen in?

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

“Hello there. I think you have me confused with someone else.” “I’d know you anywhere,” she insisted. “You’re Sedric Lionheart. The lead singer of Sinners.” Sed winced. The rest of the people in line started craning their necks, trying to glimpse the rock stars in their midst. Sed bent and whispered something in the girl’s ear. Her face lit up and she nodded. She hugged him and returned to the back of the line, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. Her entire body trembled from head to foot.

But it was Ever and Sierra who were conversing below it. Sierra was holding a glass while clutching Ever's hand; she appeared to be sipping alcohol and moving like she was in a circus due to her body movements. Sierra was dressed in a provocative black sleeveless dress that was very tight to her figure, whereas Ever was dressed casually in tees and trousers. I'm not sure why, but I became irritated because I couldn't figure out who Sierra's version was in the video and I don’t understand why they are very close to each other in the dim area of Spencer’s house. She appears so different that even when it's a little dim in their direction, I can tell she's not who she is. The Sierra I know does

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.