Sirvienta Novels & Stories

She asked, "What should I try first?" Aubrey and Nadia gave her a few suggestions of what to try and what to avoid. Nadia’s cake was arriving late but they were going to make sure to save a slice for her. Callie made her way to a table and grabbed a plate. She looked over at the choices and picked two hand-sized meat pies for Finnegan. "You should avoid that one to your right," a man said. "The Raits keep bringing squirrel pie to spite everyone for never eating it."

He gave a suave smile, like a man who knew just how much effort he had put in and who did not need to be told that he was doing an amazing job at winning a belle over. “You sure do more than try.” I twirled my glass under my nostrils and took in its rich smell. “Smells like honey,” I guessed. His eyes lit up with pride immediately. “A woman who knows her wine—lovely. It's Vin Santos.” My brows creased as I tried to recall if I had ever come across it before. “It's Italian. Made from dried grapes.” He raised his glass, and I did the same, clinking our glasses to a beautiful night. “You look beautiful, Iris.” He told me, running his eyes around my upper body.

He leaned in and whispered, "Beta Sirin is the top warrior in the Northern Territory. He commands the elite Spearpoint Unit. It's every combat healer's dream assignment. "So, Sheila, seize this opportunity." I took the empty bowl and extended my hand with a calm smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sheila Truss." Sirin blinked in surprise before bursting into laughter. He grasped my hand firmly with his uninjured arm. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sirin Webb. My Spearpoint Unit welcomes you." We stayed with Sirin's team for a full month. When we finally returned to the university, my long-silent phone buzzed the moment we arrived.

However, one of the witches brought a potion for Mira as the other girls helped her sit a bit straight. “Sira Facul, Therecialum Mariesto Fain.” Sirie closed her eyes, chanting this over and over again. The green water creating small glow. Slowly poured it down Mira’s throat. The entire room could see how the green glow was spreading through her body, through her food pipe, her veins and every part of her body. Everyone was patiently waiting. Simply watching the Queen. .. .. .. .. .. “What is going on?” The Lord asked. “Nothing…..” Sirie whispered, never taking her eyes off of Mira’s face.

I take a gulp of mine, my eyebrow raising at the smoothness of it. “I should have guessed you’d pick an expensive one.” He comments, and I frown. He points to the bottle. “Musigny Grand Cru. It would take you a few months to be able to afford it.” I swallow it in shock, then look back at the glass. Looking back at it, some kind of pettiness takes over me, and I reach for the bottle, filling my glass up a bit more as I keep his eye contact. Then I have another sip.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“I have just the rooms available. Bit cramped for five, but they should do the trick.” “That’s fine. Send the bill to Draynon.” “I could, my Lord, but Lord Draynon pays rather slow. I’d rather get it from you, and you get him to reimburse you when you get back home.” Serra suddenly laughed. “It is you,” she shouted. “Excuse me miss,” he looked at Serra. “Master Miller, it’s me. Serra Vine.” Miller laughed and smiled. “Not little Serra from Vine’s Victuals and Vintage?”

I said hoping the man understood little English. He stared at me perhaps registering my words but by looking at his puzzled face,I throught I lost my luck in the ruins. "Servírete ta kalýtera piáta tou menoú sas se aftín tin ómorfi kopéla."I heard a familiar male voice which made me turn my head in my left. "Dolmadakia" "Tomatokeftedes" "Greek Fava Dip" "Feta Me Meli" "Galaktoboureko"

Sulien hands his drink back to Eimear, but Eimear pushes it back. "It's fine, Hothead. Enjoy it. Besides, my drink is more expensive." "More expensive?" Eimear smiles and raises her cup. Filled with a spiral of violet and silver and sparkling with specks of crystal, Eimear takes another drink through her straw. "Yeah," Eimear says. "It's called Velissaire. Costs a hundred and fifty credits." "A hun---hun--hundred and fifty! Just for a drink?" "A hundred and fifty," Reese repeats. He raises the silver-white drink still in his hand. "Do I ever want to know how much this costs?"