Novel & Cerita Sinner Sierra Simone

Sienna did not nothing but accepted my choice, my courtship, my mark, even though we both knew deep down that my actions were very wrong. She had her own mate somewhere in the world, and I had mine who was her twin sister. Yet, she never admonished my actions. Time slowly passed as I spent some time on the burial grounds. ‘’You’re here, Alpha.’’ I wasn’t surprised by the voice of Simone. Even before he called out, I had already sensed his presence behind me. Simone walked up and stood beside me. Silence reigned between us for a moment. ‘’I have a child with Selena.’’ I plainly reveal to him

14 Luciano “Capo, la mia signora è con quel tipo di nome Rory Johnson. (Boss, my lady is with that guy named Rory Johnson.),” Domenico informed me, I was looking at the monitor and watching them walking past my men looking at them with surprised eyes. I fisted my right hand as I saw her holding that candy fucker’s hand. I wanted to break his hands. How did he touch what I touched?! How dare he?!

Asking my little sister. “Uhhh… hmm.. Let’s try red. I want to be sexy but modest as well. Show a little skin but not have my body flaunting like Sierra. Don’t get me wrong, she’s attractive but I’m not comfortable dressing like that.” Sienna says likes she’s embarrassed of herself.

Then a cold mocking smile jumped on her lips. Declan pushed her behind him and got face to face with ‘The Sinner.’ “And when it comes to my woman, Mr Sokolov, I ends my enemy before he could take the next breath.” “Declan…” Sierra held his arm and tried to stop him. “Quiet!” He sneered at Sierra who jumped at his tone and left his arm.

Sienna whispered, the heavy syllables crashing into her fractured subconscious like a sonic boom. The name instantly triggered a violent sequence of corrupted archival images inside her mind. A phantom projection materialized in her focus—a dominant alpha pair locking their fingers together, pacing through an ancient, blood-drenched territory ahead of her line. The male turned his scarred face back toward her position, barking a silent command, his fangs flashing in a rare, affectionate smile before he locked his gaze back onto the northern trade route. Then the simulation fractured, replacing the territory with a high-security black-site medical bay. The same dominant alpha was pinned to an

Well, if Sierra could read his mind, she would have shouted, “Then have you been fulfilling your duties as a husband properly, Ace?” Good thing, Sierra wasn’t a mind reader, so Ace’s grumbling— only he knew about it. He took a deep breath as he looked at the meeting room door; today had to be better, and he had to win the deal. On the other side, yet still in the same building, Sierra was striking a chic and sophisticated pose. This time, she was serving as the brand ambassador for a cosmetic product. She posed as elegantly as she could, and her look was truly captivating— so mesmerizing.

Smoke poured through the vents. Her phone buzzed. Kira: Triggered mine. You? Sienna: Done. Heading to rendezvous. There was still one piece left. Dominic.

He joins me as we stand there and admire the water together. Jump. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Emory whispered. Jump. I say nothing as I’m drawn closer to the edge. Something within me switches and I can’t focus on anything but staring into the water as one thought continuously plays on repeat in my mind. Jump. Jump. Jump, Jump. Jump. My feet move on their own accord and they lose contact with the soft grass. A sharp and cold breeze envelops me as I fall deeper towards the pitch black waters, welcoming what’s to come.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

I’m so sorry, whoever you are… my real mate. “Yes,” she choked out. The single word cracked like thin ice. Thorne’s deep voice rolled over the hall as he claimed her in return. The priest continued, but all Seraphina could hear was the roaring in her ears and the distant, eerie howling rising from the forests beyond the citadel walls. Those howls were not celebratory. They were war cries. Thorne’s hand settled possessively on the back of her neck, tilting her face up for the sealing kiss. His breath brushed her lips—hot, commanding.