Siri Pinter Novels & Stories

Make him read books with clichè endings to give him motivation to write his, make him set alarms each day to try out new workout routines- She thought it was her, who made him alot better but it was at finding out it was the voice in his head that did, Katharina, that she began to fear for her son- "I'm hearing voices, again. This time, she's calm and i feel she really knows me. The real me" He went on as Reg shook her head to herself. “She?” Reg asked. “Her name’s Irene and she’s everything i ever wanted-“ “You need help” His mother had yelled back to him whilst taking a step back.

I followed him, unsure of why we were here. “Hi, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” The cashier said this with a bright smile. Who's that happy at seven in the morning? “Five” was all Six said. The cashier nodded before her, and Six grabbed my arm and took me to the kitchen. “I don’t think we're supposed to be back here.” He ignored me as we walked past the kitchen and into what looked like an office. There was no one there, and apparently, that was the point. He signaled for me to sit down, which I did before the door opened. It revealed a guy who’s slightly shorter than Six but isn’t any less intimidating, especially with his equally taut muscles. He looks Spanish with his rich, bl

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

That sweet motherly voice from earlier filled my ears. “Did you guys hear that?” I ask them without taking my eyes off the water. “No.” The boys answered in unison. “Yes.” Penny said. “I see you brought friends with you. Smart girl.” She chuckled. “What do you want?” I asked her “I had to come back to deliver you a message.” She says her voice swaying with the little waves on the water caused by the waterfall. “A message? From who?” I asked her trying to understand who would send me a message through her.

she says, and she says it with a pride that goes right through him. They all turn look at him. With the specific quality of attention of people who have been waiting for something to become available and have decided it finally has. The man who speaks first is named Carver. Eli doesn’t know his last name and doesn’t ask for it. He’s sixty-something and has the kind of face that has been through several versions of itself, and he speaks with the measured calm of someone who has rehearsed this particular conversation and is delivering the version he decided on beforehand.

( he asks picking offence again) ELIZA : I know I’m weird, that’s what makes me special ( she replies with a smile) SIRIUS : OK, you didn’t answer my question; are you saying I’m not nice?? ELIZA : Don’t get mad but yeah you are not nice SIRIUS : Why, you….let me guess, You think I’m not nice cause I have a huge ego and I’m too proud, right?? ELIZA : Nope, I think you’re not nice cause you feel that others won’t be nice to you SIRIUS : Tch…. Whatever, why are you talking to me anyways if you don’t expect an apology from me??

But Siri was very different from all of them, she was kind at heart kind at soul, Mira felt like this home was a second home this is not feel like outsiders place and that was a great feeling to have. "Thank you," Mira said sincerely, touched by Sirie's thoughtful gesture. Watching Sir's nurturing actions, Mira realized why she had come to think of Siri almost like a mother figure someone she felt safe and comfortable with, especially during vulnerable moments like this. Even to the point that she could speak to her about her heart and what she truly thought. Which she could only do with Maya but this one was very different. This one was an adult who has seen the world before her, ironically

“Good movies.” “What did you bring for dinner?” I asked, as Siri set down the bags on the counter. “Loki insists that pizza goes best with movies,” Siri said, pulling things out of the bags. “I love making pizza!” I said excitedly as I started helping her pull things out of the bags. Siri narrowed her eyes and looked from me to Zander, and a smile spread across her face. “I guess I know the real reason you won’t go with us to Asgard.”

She assures and I stare at the mobile; my hands moving faster than my mind as I type back a reply. ME: Sinclair? I watch as it changes from delivered to read, and the three dots that indicate he's typing display at the corner of the screen. He's typing! He's fucking typing! Sinclair Leovough is fucking typing! SINCLAIR: Little Greene. Please, come home. I'm at your place. I know you're mad at me, but I need to see you right fucking now. Come to me, baby. Come to me, baby. He's asking me to come to him. To come home to him. And that name— oh lord, this is real? This is fúcking it? My man is fúcking back for me?

she nodded and replied, and took Blondie away with herself while I was left to get catered by the Philippines. “Please, select any product, iPhone, MacBook, AirPods, anything,” the lady presented, and I mentally huffed. “This is our latest product, take a look, ma’am,” she took the phone in her hand and recited the specifications as it was her routine job. She informed me of some amazing features of the phone and I got lost in her voice. I took three sips while she continued telling me.