Novel & Cerita Siris Story

She didn't draw her face either when she drew herself on the walls having sex with the man. "Sapphire, I have to read this to you," Scarlette said seriously. "The owner of this book had a friend who is addressed as Witch in this diary and she fell in love with a man called Sirius. They were madly in love but the owner of this book was envious and wanted Sirius for herself. She hated her friend and she's a granddaughter of Selene, a goddess," "Fuck," the picture dropped from my hand. A goddess curse? Is that why the curse is so strong?

He always was the one with the right words, the one who could talk me down when I was ready to burn the world down. “What did he say to you?” Osiris asks carefully. “He … he didn’t say much at first. Just taunting me, like always. He was being cocky, trying to get under my skin. I walked out on him, but he followed me, and…” My voice trembles, and I feel like I’m going to fall apart all over again just thinking about it. “He kissed me, Siris. That fucker kissed me, and the worst part was I let him. For a second, I fucking let him.”

‘You're getting attached. ‘Too late for that.’ ‘They'll figure out what you are to him eventually. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.' Saeris bit into the apple to avoid responding. The bond with Sirius had been strange after her return, but now it felt natural again. Like having her other half back. "So," Yrene said, turning her sharp eyes on Saeris. "You look surprisingly well-rested for someone who spent the last two days bringing a dying man back from the edge."

I could see how everyone gave the story a rapt attention and I knew I had successfully established that she was something before Gamma Samuel asked her to come here. Sarai took the mic and expressed herself as well. She told them things they should know about her and how she did everything to get here but not through dirty means because she never allowed any of the wolves have their way with her. She expressed how she has been through many troubles and how she find peace in being here. I was glad seeing her say her story in a positive light.

" She pulled away from her and looked into her eyes, ''That man is Sebastian's enemy and he did that to me to take his revenge." "Why would he do that? You weren't even his acquaintance before." Lauren's brows turned into a frown as she was confused. At this moment, Elysia realized she never told Lauren about the time when she saved his life. "Actually, I have met him before. I was on my way back from work and I found him in the alley. He was shot and he asked me to save him instead of taking him to the hospital. So, I-" "Don't tell me you took him to the animal clinic and gave him first aid?" Lauren put two and two together.

“Can we please give Ryn like a month off from duties? He has earned it.” Both my parents nod in agreement. “How is Jod?” My father asked. “How is Lana?” my brother eagerly added and I smiled at his excitement at the mention of his mate. “Jod is still a drunk, and Lana is still the most incredible sister I could imagine,” I told them both. My father huffed at the Jod comment and my brother beamed at the Lana comment. When they had agreed to put me in Jod and Siri’s care when I was 2, they were a happily mated couple with a 1.5 year old daughter. They were both bright, caring, respectful and loving. Siri knew who I was, but agreed not to tell her mate or daughter. Everyone assumed I was a lost

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

Iris said at last, her voice quieter, heavier with something long carried, “there is something I’ve never fully told you.” Lucien’s gaze sharpened. He leaned forward slightly, instinctively attuned to the shift in her tone. “You know why Seryna was bound,” Iris continued. “That her freedom would have brought ruin to the world. That much is true.” Her eyes held his. “But it is not the whole truth.” Lucien said nothing. He didn’t interrupt. He only listened. “Seryna and your mother were once… good sisters,” Iris said. “Not allies, not even rivals. Sisters in the truest sense of the word.” A faint, sad breath escaped her. “Until the question of succession arose.”