Sirens Games Novels & Stories

"Sienna, what are you talking about?" "I can't explain but you should trust me. Stay away from him." She hung up, leavinge not only confused but scared at the same time. Why would Sienna call to warn me about her own boss? Whatever she had said had to be true or else she'd never have called. I pushed the thought away. Matteo's disappearance had nothing to do with Felton D'Angelo. That was paranoia. That was grief making connections that didn't exist. My phone buzzed. Avani again.

“Who’s turn is it? Which side?” “That side.” Sirena pointed toward the other side of the Chessboard. “Would you like to play that side? Then I’ll play the other side, if you like.” Sirena’s head nodded vigorously. “Yes, please!” Sirena’s back was facing us as she sat across the table, and Emma sat facing us. Sirena made a move, and then Emma did, too. The game was over within the next five moves, and Emma had won.

She was hard put to it not to yawn to his face. "How about the other allegations that it is the hotel workers here who are used by the syndicate as contacts with the ' tourists' and other dealers and smugglers for the selling and buying of emeralds, cannabis mandrax, and other drugs. What do you say to that?" "Could be true," she said feigning exasperation and total boredom. " Now Ritchie dear, why all the questions? I am not a suspect, am I?" "Suspect? Certainly not!" he said horrified.

"You will be in second line of attack from the south. So you will be with John who is leading the warriors between 14 and 18. Your mother is leading our women warriors from the east, they are third line. I'll be first line with the male warriors from the north. We already have 20 warriors including 3 scouts waiting on the west side. They are the back up in case anyone does get past us, the scouts will also be the only ones going to our groups to inform us when the ceremony starts. The west side is the clearing they use for the ceremony. It's the largest and it's the furthest from their homes. When the scouts Give word we attack, any questions?" I turn my head and look at my father. "Can I si

Her body reacted like a desert, finally tasting rain. Zoriana arched her back as a familiar fire curled in her lower belly. Her fingers brushed her heat, already slick and desperate for attention. Her thumb circled her clit as she imagined Tristan’s strong hands roaming over her skin, his hard length pressing against her through the fabric of his pants. It wasn’t enough. With a trembling hand, she clicked the start button. The toy buzzed to life, the sound masking the persistent ringing of her phone. Zoriana moaned, pressing the silicone against her clit. A jolt of electricity surged through her, spreading fire through her veins. Everything blurred—the room, the wine, the guilt. There was on

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

They must've assumed these arguments make sense because I was silently standing there, making it appear as if I'd been listening, and I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend I hadn't. I put my hands over my ears, but could still detect certain words. I longed to go out of the house but forced myself to remain seated still. "You don't get it!" "I hate this life!" "You children are just a burden I can't abandon!" "I told you to listen to me…" I pressed my hands harder into my ears. Trapped there, with my eyes closed, I could almost see the words as illuminated streaks floating in the air. The noise made me realize that's their only one solution that I could think of: To play a morality game, a ga

But a hand's tight grip stop her. "You want to play things, huh? You want to make fuss against me? Let's see how far you can go." His eyes were dark and his voice was really scary. But Siren just wiped his hand off and looked at him. "If you want to come up with a game to play with me, make sure you are not scared to lose anything. I have more cards to draw. How about you?" "B*tch! I should have known how freak you are!" "Didn't I tell you before?" He smiled at him, drawing her face closer to his. "I am Siren Mendez. Remember my name."

Finally, next to Eddie are Ariana, Allison, and Raisa, with Raisa conveniently sitting next to him. "There's this game called Picolo, it's an App on my phone. I put the names in and it tells us what to do. I'll read and you just have to do as I say." Isabella explains. Matteo is too drunk to understand any rules for any game, so being told what to do and when to drink is convenient.

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.