Novel-novel oleh Yamini Celestial

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOURSera’s POV “Romeo,” I asked again in shock. He stood there, his face pale as he took me in. “Seraphina,” he started.I raised my hand up, cutting him short. “Save it.” He was standing barefoot in her house, and he thinks he could explain his way out of this? “Romeo, who is there? I heard Coach Agatha ask. He cringed and replied. “It's just Sera, Mummy.”Did my friend just call Agatha ‘Mummy?’“Did you just call her? You know what? Mice,” I shoved past him into Agatha's house. “I cannot believe this.”“I just came here to get her laundry back to her,” Romeo lied. “Honestly, Sera, it's not how it looks.”I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Maybe if you return mine back to me, you'll call me mum too?” I asked with sass, ignoring his crestfallen face. “Where is she?”“The living room,” he pointed. I followed his pointed hand and walked into Agatha's living room. She was sitting on her green couch, wearing a blue nightgown that was see through, her hair in large rollers, a cigar

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREESera's POVI woke up with my mind made up. There was no reasoning with Agatha. Instead, I would talk to her higher ups, at least, the dean should be concerned if Agatha was treating me unfairly.I knocked on Dean Jacqueline’s office. “Come in,” I heard her say, and pushed the door open.“Dean Jacqueline,” I greeted with a smile. “Ah, Seraphina, my star. How can I help you?”“I wanted to have a conversation with you about something that has bothered me for a long time now,” I told her. Dean Jacqueline looked distracted, pushing documents into her drawer. “Is it urgent?” She asked.“Yes, it is.”“Very well,” she sighed. “As you can see, I'm in quite the hurry, so you're going to have to come along with me.” She grabbed her purse from her table. “Let's go.”I followed her to the parking lot, where the school's sports bus was already running. Some students trooped into it and we stood next to it. “Where are we going?” I asked curiously.“A field trip,”she answered. “It

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWOSera’s POVThe weekend rolled over quickly, and spending it with Marcus was even better. We stayed indoors, and he treated me to my favourite dishes, a lot of movie watching and cuddling. He also trained me, and when Monday came around, I felt rejuvenated.“I wish you didn't have to go,” Marcus sighed, kissing my lips. I giggled and kissed him back. “Soo,” I whispered against his lips. “I'll text you.”“You better.”I walked back to campus. This morning, I was lucky enough to not have any classes, unfortunately, the team had a meeting with Agatha.At least that gave me a chance to confront her. Marcus refused to tell me who he spoke to, so I had to still talk to her.Her behavior towards me had to come to an end. It was concerning and infuriating, I thought. I approached the boot camp, shocked when I saw the light on. I was on time, so I wasn't too bothered. “Hey guys,” I greeted my teammates.Romeo and the rest of the team looked at me weirdly. “What's going on?” I

CHAPTER FIFTY ONESera’s POV I ran into the waiting cab, tears stinging in the back of my eyes. “Hello Coach,” I said into my phone. “Just checking to see if you saw my calls. Funniest thing ever, the host told me something that I find hard to believe. Can you call me please, bye.”I ended the voicemail. “To the lecturer's quarters,” I told the cab man, settling back against the seat. I was so confused and my mind was a mess. I opened my phone and sent a text quickly to Romeo. “Hey, are you attending the Mayor's Tournament?”He replied quickly. “Yeah, Coach got us all tickets. Have you taken yours?”This bitch. Just when I thought she was being genuine. “Not yet.”Romeo typed and stopped, then the bubbles appeared again. “Maybe it is a mistake. You know, she kinda forgets stuff a lot.”Oh, I was sure of it. How convenient to always forget Sera, yet she acted so humble this morning.“Are you coming?”“No,” I texted back. “Need to think.”Romeo sent me a thumbs up and I put my phone o

CHAPTER FIFTYSeraphina's POVAgatha forgot to inform me the match was today.“What the fuck?” I groaned. Romeo came to my side, an extra large cup of coffee in his hands and I clutched it greedily, slurping down the sweet caramel drink. “What the fuck?” I repeated.“Yeah, crazy yeah?”There were a host of reporters in our training center, with large vans and their equipment. No wonder Agatha parked at the back of the building, she probably knew I would have fled. The culprit easily separated herself from me, to go talk to some other coaches.“Who are we up against?” I asked, drinking from the cup again. “Some prep school. They are Chinese and they won the nationals three years ago.”Fuck me.“Okay.”“Seraphina,” Agatha called for me. I smiled as I approached her, looking at the men she was flanked by. “This is our star, and she will be representing our team today.”“Wonderful,” the Chinese man said, stretching his hand out for me. I took it, still curious about Agatha’s play. “We're

CHAPTER FORTY-NINESeraphina’s POV“Fuck,” I groaned, rolling in bed. What time was it? I opened one eye and looked around for my phone, searching through the sheets. I grabbed it and put it on. “9 am?” I needed more sleep, I felt like I had been run over by a truck.I tugged the blanket over my head, I looked at the phone. The e-mail I got from Coach Agnes stared at me, but I swiped it away. This was the weekend, anything she wanted with me could wait till Monday.Right now, I need caffeine.I took a quick shower and wrapped my towel around my waist. The apartment was so much quieter now, ever since Mika left. Sometimes, I missed her, but knowing that her bubbly personality was just a mask helped me get over those feelings quickly.My eyes fell on Jennifer's library card. “Ive git to return this,” I muttered,” changing into a pair of jeans and a tank top. It looked sunny outside, so, I did not bother grabbing a jacket, instead, wearing a pair of dicks and uggs Dylan had gotten me fo

The morning of Angela's wedding dawned clear and bright, with the kind of golden September light that made everything look like it had been touched by magic. Bella stood at the kitchen window of the farmhouse, watching the catering crew set up tables and chairs in the backyard where Angela would marry David in just a few hours.Twenty-six years old now, Angela had grown into a confident, accomplished woman who worked as a journalist for the state newspaper and had met David, a fellow reporter, while covering a story about local education initiatives. Their love story had unfolded over two years of shared deadlines, late-night conversations, and a mutual passion for truth-telling that reminded Bella so much of her own journey with Killian."Mom, have you seen my earrings?" called twenty-one-year-old James from the hallway, his voice carrying the slight panic of someone running late. Home from art school for his sister's wedding, James had grown into a tall, thoughtful young man whose p

The sound of sixteen-year-old Angela's bedroom door slamming echoed through the farmhouse, followed by the muffled sounds of tears and what Bella was pretty sure was furniture being moved in frustration. From the living room where she sat grading papers at the kitchen table that had become her makeshift office, Bella sighed and looked up at Killian, who was helping nine-year-old James with his science project."Should I go up?" Bella asked quietly, mindful of seven-year-old Emma doing homework nearby and five-year-old Liam building an elaborate tower with blocks on the floor."Give her a few minutes," Killian suggested, his voice equally low. "She's been wound pretty tight lately."Two-year-old Grace looked up from her coloring book, her dark curls bouncing as she turned toward the stairs. "Sissy sad?" she asked with the concerned expression that had become her trademark whenever any family member was upset."Sissy's okay, sweetheart," Bella assured her, though she wasn't entirely con

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows of their renovated farmhouse, casting golden light across the breakfast table where controlled chaos reigned supreme. Five-year-old James sat in his booster seat, carefully arranging his pancakes into a tower while twelve-year-old Angela helped three-year-old Emma cut her fruit into tiny pieces. At the head of the table, Killian bounced one-year-old Liam on his knee while trying to drink his coffee and read work emails simultaneously."Daddy, James is playing with his food again," Emma announced with the serious tone of a child who took rule-following very seriously."I'm not playing, I'm building," James corrected with the patient air of someone who had explained this many times before. "This is the Leaning Tower of Pancakes.""It's going to fall," Angela warned, reaching over to steady the wobbling stack."That's the point," James said matter-of-factly. "Then I get to eat the ruins."Bella smiled as she flipped more pancakes at th

The first contraction hit Bella at three in the morning on a snowy February night, jolting her awake with a sharp pain that radiated across her lower back and around her swollen belly. She lay still for a moment, breathing through it, wondering if this was finally it or just another false alarm like the ones she'd been having for the past week.When the pain subsided, she glanced over at Killian, who was sleeping peacefully beside her, one arm thrown across his eyes to block out the soft glow from the nightlight they'd started keeping on for late-night bathroom trips. She didn't want to wake him yet – not until she was sure this was real labor and not just more Braxton Hicks contractions.Twenty minutes later, when the second contraction gripped her with unmistakable intensity, she knew this was it. Their baby was coming."Killian," she whispered, gently shaking his shoulder. "Killian, wake up."He was alert immediately, the way he'd been sleeping for the past month – ready to spring

The autumn leaves crunched beneath Bella's feet as she walked through the park, her hand resting protectively over the gentle curve of her growing belly. Six months had passed since the wedding, and life had settled into a rhythm she had never dared to dream possible. The morning sickness had finally subsided, leaving her with that radiant glow everyone talked about but she had never quite believed in until now.Killian walked beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her waist, occasionally glancing down at her with that same look of wonder and protectiveness that had become second nature to him. He still couldn't quite believe it sometimes – that they were married, that they were expecting their first child, that all the chaos and danger was truly behind them."I can't believe how much everything has changed," Bella said softly, watching Angela run ahead of them, chasing fallen leaves with unbridled joy. The little girl had grown so much in just these few months, both physically a

The day of the wedding had finally arrived. The morning sun streamed through the windows as everyone prepared for the ceremony. After all the chaos and danger they had faced, this day felt like a gift - a chance to celebrate love and new beginnings.The guests filled the chairs that had been arranged in neat rows, all facing toward the altar where Killian stood waiting. He looked handsome in his dark suit, but there was nervousness in his eyes as he watched the aisle, waiting for his bride to appear.When the music began to play, everyone turned to watch Bella walk down the aisle. She looked absolutely radiant in her mother's wedding gown. The dress fit her perfectly, as if it had been waiting all these years just for her. The lace caught the light beautifully, and the train flowed behind her like a river of silk.Nora walked beside her sister, holding a beautiful bouquet of white roses and baby's breath. She had insisted on being the one to walk Bella down the aisle, since they were