SirianaSims

Author: SirianaSims

  • Chapter 44.8

    “So,” Lee says, putting his glass down, “are we calling this your big comeback, or are we simply pretending you never left?” “I prefer ‘strategic re-emergence.’” “Ah, but of course. Very dignified. Very mature.” “Please don’t.” Lee grins. The coffee table between us is still littered with the remains of…

  • Chapter 44.7

    I’ve already finished my coffee and dumped the cup in one of the ubiquitous recycle bins when Marten finally texts me back. “Almost done, 2 mins.” I sigh and lean against the large stone blocks. I’ve learned that two minutes usually means at least ten, sometimes more if he gets…

  • Chapter 44.6

    Greta Hawthorne thumbs through the pictures in concentrated silence. Her subtle yet obviously expensive perfume wafts through the air, carried by the air conditioning unit working overtime against the late summer sun that insists on bearing down on the valley. She pauses to hold up one of the photos, squinting…

  • Chapter 44.5

    Author’s note: Sorry for the long break, turns out that exams and thesis preparations take up a lot of writing time and brainpower. However, now that the thesis is on track, I should hopefully have more time for the story too. Thank you for reading, liking, and commenting, it truly…

  • Chapter 44.4

    Darkness envelops us, but I’d know the shape of her body anywhere, her every curve, the softness of her thighs wrapped around my waist, the arch of her back as I move inside her. I feel her voice more than I hear it, the vibration of her moans against my…

  • Chapter 44.3

    “You know, you could try actually folding your clothes.” I lean against the doorframe as I watch Liam struggle to keep the pile of sweatshirts from falling over and landing on the floor. On the other side of the room, Kieran balances precariously on a chair while trying to tape…

  • Chapter 44.2

    Summer is coming to an end, and the warm glow of the early evening bathes everything in gold, casting long shadows and making everything seem almost dreamlike. The sturdy planks of the bridge creak slightly as we cross, the sound blending with the gentle thuds of hooves against wood and…

  • Chapter 44.1

    Girls On Millionaires “Samara, this is hopeless.” “It’s been five minutes, Julia, we’ve barely started!” “But how am I supposed to find anything in here? They should have thrift shops online, I just want to grab what I need and get on with my life.” Samara shakes her head. “You’re…

  • Chapter 43.9

    I arrive at GeekCon both sweaty and with a vague sense of unease. The stifling heatwave has turned the city into a pressure cooker, and it feels foreboding, like something terrible is building and about to break free. I’m greeted by my own face by the door, advertising the panel…

  • Chapter 43.8

    “Marten! You’re here!” Marten barely manages to drop his bag on the floor before I wrap him in a tight hug. He surprises me by not only hugging me back with the same enthusiasm, but lifting me and swinging me around. “Hey Jules! What a lovely welcome, I’m sorry I’m…