Saint Sierra Simone の小説・ストーリー

For a moment a blurry image flashed through his mind. The silhouette of a little girl standing in front of a moss-covered grave. Simon frowned, raised his hand to his head, and collapsed. It was this pain again, every time I was with her. "This is Simon, your husband. My daughter's happy day couldn't come, so I brought him here today to debut. Look at him, isn't he very handsome? " "I'm Levi Simon, Elina's husband. Today I came here to burn incense for her and also to meet her birth father. "

I’ve barely managed a step before Simeon Torre grumbles under his breath, “Half-breed bitch.” I stop mid-stride, turn, and stare at him. “What did you just call me?” “You’re not even fully Italian. The mafia of Italy should be fully Italian, don’t you agree?” Simeon Torre’s lip curls into a sneer. “He had to go and dilute the bloodline with your Filipino whore of a mother—”

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

I frowned in surprise blushing and the woman just like that walked away. “Thank you Dani!” I said shyly and he smiled, “You are looking very pretty Olive! May I call you Olive?” “Sure!” He started off again and kept meandering through the traffic for some more time and finally we reached a beautiful place with the sea surrounded by hills and rainforests. He parked the bike and gave me a hand. “Come” I looked around, my mouth open wide with awe and asked admiring the picturesque! “What place is this?” “This is a part of Waitakere range!” He answered and then as we walked further towards the rocks just cradling the sea, he asked, “Do you like it?”

“We heard your experience this morning. You bumped into Simon!” “Simon?” Ann was confused. “So, he is Simon?” “Yes, him,” a man in a deep blue shirt said. “The notorious CEO of Santorini Group, also known as The Unattainable.” “Why is he called The Unattainable?” Ann asked. “Because he owns everything. He is young -- only 30 years old, handsome, tall, and rich. Everyone would fall for him. But, no one could dare own him,” the brown-haired lady said.

Fiona said to herself as she approached Simon. "Hi I'm Fiona" Simon was tranced as he set his eyes on Fiona wondering how and why she approached him. 'She's so beautiful and not to even mention her curves... Fuck!! Stop Simon you have Freya don't forget about that come on' Simon's thoughts judged him as he realized that she was waiting for his response. "Sorry for that, I'm Simon... You're new around here right?" "Yes I'm Reyna's new handmaid" "Interesting that's actually nice because she needs it" Simon chuckles wearing a smile on his face.

“Familiar? This isn’t the first time my fiancee came to States.” Francesco stared at Sierra pointedly. “Really. But She looked exactly same to my deceased daughter-in-law, Sila. Iam surprised how can she resemble her too much. Except for her jawline and,” he whispered the last line, examining Sila carefully but then cleared his throat before speaking the next words because they could give the wrong impression to the Irishman. “Do not mind, it just your fiancée looks like Sila except for her full lips and..”

SIERRA "'tchyo zaga 'lima?" swears Connor and continues swearing in our native language. I wait patiently for him to calm down and then answer my question. He runs a hand through his hair and pulls at the ends in frustration and then turns to look at me with a resigned look. "We have a traitor in our midst, Sierra. You shouldn't ask questions about your mate when the world doesn't know about it," he scolds me but I refuse to back down.

I said to him with a slight smile. “You look as beautiful as ever, Mrs. Giovanni,” I complimented his wife. “Thank you, Mr. Marchetti, um, you must remember my daughter Simone, right?” She asked while pushing her daughter in front of me. The girl just kept staring at me with her mouth slightly opened, and I could swear that I saw some drool on the side of her mouth. "Simone,” her mother tapped her on the shoulder to wake her from her little daydream. “Hi, I am Simone,” she introduced herself with a stutter after wiping her mouth with her hand.