Siri Fanart Novels & Stories

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“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.

A group of fans with the nickname ‘Sienna’s fan’ cried out one after the other as they looked at Sienna’s flawless face under the high-definition camera. ‘Oh, my darling is so beautiful!’ ‘God, can you hear me? I want to look like this in my next life!’ ‘Hello? Maiden Goddess, are you there? I cannot sleep because I’m too ugly.’ The atmosphere in the live broadcast room instantly became cheerful. Most importantly, every fan who bore the nickname, ‘Sienna’s fan’ had a cute style. …

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.

I asked as he took a shot too. “Emory.” “I’m Iris, well I guess you kinda already knew that didn’t you.” Emory chuckled as he wiped his mouth. “Yeah.” We sat there drinking together for about twenty minutes before I got too hot and needed a breath of fresh air. I excused myself and found myself wandering to the same side door that leads out to the patio. I drunkenly hopped from stone to stone as something warm and powerful in my chest pulled me towards the cliff's edge. I stood there at the edge for a moment, hypnotized by the waves going back and forth. The water sparkled brightly as the light from the full moon shone onto them. A noise draws me from my trance, it’s Emory and he’s standing

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

He turned and eyed her coldly then looked away. "Hy...my name is Selena". When he ignored her still,she giggled nervously and continued. "Please can I get a picture with you?" "I am not Evan". He replied dryly still looking away from her. "I know but...I am your fan". "Still no". He replied and took out his phone. The lady went away sadly. Arianna noticed from the long distance between them,and quickly walked to him.