Siri Fanart Novels & Stories

“You’re my granddaughter. I’m here tonight to get to know you. Although we will only be in town until we get some things taken care of. Finding your mother is our priority.” “We have an eternity to get to know you,” Siri added. “Right. Immortality and all,” I said, feeling weird thinking about it. “So, what’s your favorite drink?” Siri asked, changing the subject. The rest of the night was filled with questions, stories, and Die Hard. All in all, it was a good night. Loki and Siri ended up leaving, but not before Siri hugged me and whispered in my ear, “They are both sexy men, and I won’t judge if you get your kicks in while you’re young.”

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

I took one last look at Sya. @SenaSen

I said, turning my face to look at Daire’s big brown eyes. “It’s nice to meet you Cedar.” Daire put out a big hand. Cedar looked at it wearily. “It’s okay you don’t have to trust me yet. Trust is earned. I get that. You're a good man looking out for your sister.” Daire spoke gently to Cedar. I smiled and Cedars' shoulders relaxed a bit. I wondered if telepathy could suddenly work on him. Cedar yawned, his eyes were starting to droop. Daire lounged back. “So tired boy do you want to sleep out here with your sister and Me or do you want the big bed all to yourself?” Cedar’s tired face lit up.

Vamir She went limp in my arms, and foam started pouring out of her lips. I have never been more terrified in my entire life. Sarula was hired as Stormee's assistant, but she named her Beta Female because of the way she had proved herself going around matters of the realm. The way Sary offered her hand to Stomree was something to admire because most of the elven community was wary of new people, regardless of who they were.

The silence carried weight, the kind that clung to my breath. I turned a corner and stopped. At the end of the corridor hung a single painting, large and framed in carved gold. The woman within the canvas looked alive beneath the pale glow of the skylight. Sariah. Her face was angled slightly toward the viewer, her skin painted in shades of moonlit ivory, her hair a waterfall of silver pinned with pearls. A faint smile touched her lips, the kind that came from quiet confidence. She looked like someone carved from light.

Sira rested her limbs for a moment, as she had been busy cooking and reading the recipes given by Chef Brian. Suddenly Sira's eyes fell on her bag and hesitantly grabbed the cell phone inside. Hoping Damian would send her a message just for fun. “I hope you're okay. It looks like my work is taking a long time to finish.” Sira's heart was racing, sure enough Damian had just sent a message to her cell phone. She smiled happily, even her face flushed for a moment.

Three Months Later: Bangkok ****************************** "Ahh...Siri..," Pai moaned as Siri bit and suckled at his sensitive collar bone. The older man was clutching and pulling at Siri's shirt, in what looked like an attempt to unbutton it. However, with the ministrations of Siri's talented mouth, Pai felt unable to do anything, except melt in the strong arms of the man he truly loved.

Yoshida brushed it off and continued debriefing us. “Mrs. Burns, I loved the floor plan of your resort and your revenue outlook looks fantastic!” Veronica humbly nodded her head to the shorter, older, asian woman. “Miss Summers, your resort also looks remarkable, and the expense report was expertly crafted and well thought out.” I smiled and Martha secretly fist pumped herself.

The vibrant energy of the surroundings was contagious, and for a moment, the weight on her shoulders seemed to lighten. Draped in a black saree adorned with sparkling borders, Hiya's long, dense hair cascaded freely. A white diamond nose pin added a touch of elegance to her beauty, and the rosy red lipstick she wore enhanced her features. Despite her outward charm, there was an underlying sadness in her eyes, a testament to the unspoken pain she had been enduring.