Siren Tvd Novels & Stories

" Send me the details, and I'll handle things personally." Well, seems like Siren's playtime is about to end.

“I’ll come willingly this time.” “You again,” the lead officer snaps, pointing at me. I bow dramatically. “Always a pleasure to see you again.” She glances from me to Siren, eyes narrowing. I hold out my wrists as the cuffs click on cold and tight. “This is stupid!” Siren snaps from the ground. “I wasn’t kidnapped!” “No,” the officer says, “but viewers from the app you were streaming on called us in. We tracked your phone through your account.” Wait. “You were still on the stream?” I thought she’d ended it before she came out.

The group has settled into lounging around, finding space where they can-couches, chairs, floors-it doesn't really matter, as long as everyone is in the fray. "I know you guys are a little miffed with us." Sutton let out a loud huff. The word miffed is apparently an understatement. Perturbed might be better. I glare at Sutton indicating my need for her to shut her pie hole, and return to my announcement. "I did want you guys to have the chance to see the wedding if you want to. I have a DVD of the ceremony if anyone wants to watch it." Landis groans causing Brooks to slap him upside the head. I watch in humor as Brooks shakes his head at his little brother, silently telling him to shut up.

Siren noticed and laughed softly. "They're all watching you fall apart for me," she said. "Does that make you harder?" Theo nodded. "Yes, Mistress Siren." She attached nipple clamps next. The metal pinched his nipples with a sudden bite. Pain shot through his chest. He moaned loud. Siren tugged the chain connecting the clamps. The pull made him arch his back. At the same time, her other hand returned to his cock. She edged him again, stroking with steady rhythm. Pre-cum dripped from the tip onto the stage floor in small wet spots. She smirked.

Danny has always been shy and awkward when it comes to women, not knowing how to talk or handle one and he can count the number of women he has been with on one hand and he is thirty-three years. Siren smirked with dark amusement as she watched the awkwardness of her target. She was going to have fun tonight, she thinks excitedly. Is been such a long time since she has played with someone. " Hey! why don't you come in and share this pizza with me? I ordered extra large for me and my date but he bailed on me, " Siren said innocently while running her eyes over her target as if she found him attractive. So far from the truth.

Tristan replies and Raven looks back at the TV, she presses on the remote and it opens the app Her eyes immediately land on the “Recently Watched” and clears her throat as she reads the titles of the things that were on there... The most recent being was an adult romance show... Tristan finishes looking through his emails and lifts his head up, his eyes widened as he saw what was on the TV and instantly turns to Raven

Siren felt that this year would be filled with challenges and valuable experiences. “Oh, Siren. Are you okay?” Elda asked. “Yes, I’m fine, why?” Siren asked, frowning. “It’s about the news about your family and your father. I’m really sorry,” Elda said. Siren smiled faintly. “I’m okay,” Siren answered, trying to remain strong every time she was reminded of it. Elda studied Siren’s face, noticing every change in expression. She knew that behind the small smile, there was deep, heavy emotion.

She hung up the video call, and Tehilla stared at the TV screen in a daze. Hilda is actually the late Adrian Sanchez's daughter? The 60 inch big TV screen which overshadowed her gloomy face flickered to life again and started to broadcast news all related to Sahara. To be more accurate, it was the news of Sahara Damien, the daughter of the Damien Family.

The air was sweet, filtered through an advanced botanical system that used the lavender fields above as a natural lung. "She’s restless today, Leo," a voice crackled over the intercom. Siren stepped into the lab, her cybernetic eye now a soft, steady amber. She no longer wore the tactical leather of a pirate; she wore the functional silks of a woman who had traded the high seas for the high-security of the world’s most important secret. "She isn't restless," Leo said, his eyes never leaving the data streams. "She’s calculating the impact of the new desalinization project in the Sahara. She’s rerouting the Ouroboros ‘ghost-funds’ to cover the energy costs. She’s being efficient."

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.