Novel-novel oleh Mr. Anonymous

SERAFINA'S POV :The drive to the school was quiet, when I came down from the car I was amazed by the huge school I saw."Wow", I said amused."The name of your new school is Celestia Academy my princess", Papino said."It is beautiful", I said in awe."Shall we go inside", Papino said stretching his hands towards me.Alonzo was by my side and so was his father.Celestia Academy is a vibrant and welcoming educational institution, nestled among lush greenery and colorful flora. The building's architecture is a blend of modern and whimsical elements, with curved lines and circular shapes that evoke a sense of wonder and curiosity.The exterior walls are painted a soft, creamy white, adorned with intricate murals depicting scenes of nature, art, and science. The roof is a bright, poppy red, with multiple turrets and domes that add a touch of magic to the overall design.Above the main entrance, a large, gleaming sign reads "Celestia Academy" in bold, cursive letters, with intricate stars

SERAFINA'S POV :Serafina, Serafina, wake up. I kept hearing those words in my sleep, and someone was constantly tapping me. I finally decided to open my eyes, and I saw Lessia standing at my side."Good morning Lessia", I said while yawning."Good morning princess, I thought u didn't want to wake up", Lessia said, while laughing."Alonzo will be here soon, don't you want to meet him?", she added.I jumped up immediately, trying to find my flip flops."Calm down, you will have to bathe and get dressed because you are going to your new school today, and I am here to help you with everything", Lessia said in one breath.After an hour i was ready to go downstairs, I decided to look at myself in the mirror first. I stood gracefully, my bright eyes sparkling like diamonds. I wore a stunning long dress, a soft pastel hue that matches my delicate features. The dress is a work of art, with intricate lace and embroidery that resembles a fairy tale illustration. The fitted bodice showcases my t

SERAFINA'S POV :After some hours the car pulled up to a majestic mansion standing proudly on its sprawling grounds, its grandeur and beauty awe-inspiring. The exterior walls, painted a brilliant white, glisten like alabaster in the sunlight, radiating an air of elegance and sophistication. The expansive structure boasts intricate stone carvings, ornate balconies, and sweeping archways, evoking a sense of opulence and refinement.As my eye travels upwards, it meets the soaring turrets and grandiose spires, reaching for the sky like giant's fists, adorned with delicate finials and glittering with a subtle hint of gold. The windows, tall and graceful, sparkle like diamonds, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the lush green lawns and meticulously manicured gardens.The mansion's imposing facade exudes a sense of history and mystery, whispering tales of lavish parties, royal visits, and generations of family legacy. Its sheer scale and majesty leave the beholder breathless, a true ma

SEBASTIAN POV :When I got to the orphanage, the event had already started so I just walked in majestically, I might be in my late fifties but I still look young, especially with this blue tuxedo am putting on. All eyes where on me in a minute, I was literally the center of attention and then I could see Caterina walking towards my direction.Caterina: Thank you for coming to my Charity Gala.I could see the disdain in her face when she said that but I didn't mind so I just smiled at her.Caterina: The orphanage is going through a lot and I could really use some funds.Sebastian: I noticed, I just knew you won't invite me here if it wasn't important to you.She gave me a small smile then left without saying a word.ATTENTION ATTENTION!!! it's time for the lovely children to meet the people who are here to support them financially, Caterina said while on the podium.And at that moment a lot of children entered into the hall in a straight line, walking towards Caterina on stage, my eyes

Florence City. SEBASTIAN POV : I was sitting down in my office going through some files when Matteo, my right-hand man, came in. Matteo: Boss, I have some information for you. I signalled him to continue with what he was saying. Matteo: You have been invited to the Casa Della Speranza Orphanage for a Charity Gala. "Oh, but why will Caterina invite me? She doesn't even like me," I said thoughtfully. "Maybe she needs to raise funds for the Orphanage", Matteo chipped in. "Do I really have to go, I mean, it is not even in this city," I said, while trying to understand the file in my hands. "Well, Boss, i have been talking to you for a while now, but you are not even paying attention. "I have told you that you shouldn't call me boss, just call me by my name, Sebastian, we have been friends for a long time Matteo, stop being so formal with me." Matteo sighs and says, "Okay, Sebastian." I thought for a while and decided to listen to Matteo. "So when are we going to Turin Ci

MISS CATERINA POV : ONE YEAR LATER. It has been a tough year for Serafina. I have watched her grief over her mother's death every single day. She's been really sad and there is nothing I could do to cheer up. She even refused to celebrate her birthday, or any celebrations. I have tried my possible best to put a smile on her face, she needs someone who will love her, I hope a loving family adopts her soon, I don't want her to spend the rest of her life being sad, she's too young to be going through this pain. I sighed after much thinking. "I should check on the kids", I thought to myself. It was already five pm, the girls should be resting, I will just check if they are alright Isabella was the first person to notice me walk in. "Good evening Miss Caterina", she said "Good evening Ma'am", the remaining girls chorused. "I just came to check up on you girls" I said looking at Serafina in particular. "We are fine Ma'am", Valentina said "It will be dinner time soon, all of you

The days after the coffee meeting blurred into a strange rhythm of avoidance and quiet longing. I stayed at Sofia’s, burying myself in textbooks and pretending the ache in my chest was just exam stress. Sofia, bless her, tried to keep things light with terrible reality TV marathons and burnt toast attempts she called “gourmet breakfast.” But even she could see I was struggling.“You know,” she said one afternoon while we were on the couch, “for someone who asked for space, you check your phone like it owes you money.”I sighed and set the device down. “Habit.”“Uh-huh.” She raised an eyebrow. “And the fact that Damien hasn’t blown up your phone with messages or flowers is driving you crazier than if he had.”She wasn’t wrong. The silence from him felt… intentional. Respectful. Which only made me miss him more.Then the first gesture arrived.It was a small package delivered to Sofia’s door, a plain brown box with my name on it. Inside were three books, the latest releases in corporate

Damien was not a man who liked loose ends. He had spent the last forty-eight hours turning over every rock Reyes could find, chasing shadows, and piecing together the alliance between Lila and Alex. The proof was damning. Timestamps, burner accounts, meeting locations. They had planned the photos, the timing, even the library incident like a carefully orchestrated play. But something still felt off. Alex had been cut loose too cleanly. Lila didn’t strike him as the type to burn a useful tool without having another one lined up.He needed answers. Direct ones.So he went to the source.Alex Thorne’s apartment was in a sleek high-rise not far from campus, the kind of place that screamed “trying too hard to look successful.” Damien didn’t bother with pleasantries. He had security bypass the doorman and rode the elevator up alone, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. When Alex opened the door, the surprise on his face lasted only a second before shifting into that smug, calculated smir

Lila was not about to give up easily or a woman who accepted failure gracefully. She paced the living room like a caged predator. The crystal glass she had thrown earlier still lay in shards near the wall, a glittering reminder of her rage. Three weeks of careful planning. Three weeks of manipulating Alex like the eager little puppet he was. And for what? Elena had walked away, yes, but Damien was already trying to crawl back to her. Pathetic.Alex had failed her. Spectacularly.She picked up her phone and sent him one final message:Lila: We’re done. Don’t contact me again. You’re useless.Then she blocked him.No loose ends. No sentimental attachments. Lila had learned long ago that men were tools, useful until they weren’t. Alex had become a liability the moment his obsession with Elena clouded his judgment. She needed someone colder. Someone with a personal grudge. Someone who already hated Damien enough to enjoy watching him burn.Marcus Hale.The thought brought a slow, dangerou

Three days had turned into four, then five. The flowers had stopped coming after the third day. I kept my phone on do not disturb most of the time, but I still checked it obsessively. Sofia noticed, of course. She noticed everything.“You’re doing that thing again,” she said on the morning of day six, pointing her spoon at me over breakfast. “The sad phone stare. It’s becoming your signature look.”I set the phone down. “I’m not staring sadly. I’m… strategically monitoring.”“Uh-huh.” She took a bite of cereal. “And how’s that strategy working out for you?”I groaned and dropped my head onto the table. “Terribly. He texted again last night. Another coffee date to talk things out.’ I haven’t replied yet.”Sofia raised an eyebrow. “And why haven’t you?”“Because every time I think about seeing him, my stomach does this weird flip thing. Half excitement, half terror. It’s exhausting.”She pushed the cereal box toward me. “Eat. Then reply. You can’t hide in my apartment forever. My couch

Three days. Three entire days. That was how long I had managed to avoid Damien.Not that he wasn't trying.The first morning after his text, flowers arrived at Sofia's apartment. A ridiculous amount of flowers.Sofia had opened the door, stared at the massive arrangement, then immediately yelled:"OH MY GOD. HE'S DECLARING WAR WITH BOTANICAL WEAPONS."The delivery guy nearly dropped the vase laughing.I rolled my eyes.Sofia took approximately seventeen selfies with the flowers before finally handing me the card.I miss you.Just three words.Somehow that made it worse.Because it sounded exactly like Damien.Not the angry version.Not the jealous version.The version I loved.The version I was trying very hard not to think about.Unfortunately, my brain was being deeply uncooperative.Everywhere I looked, something reminded me of him. It was becoming a problem, a very annoying problem.Sofia was enjoying every second of it."You know," she said on the third day while we were sitting

I had barely slept, tossing and turning on the lumpy couch while replaying the fight with Damien on loop. The way his face had twisted when he saw Alex’s hand on my wrist. The coldness in his voice when he accused me of hiding things. Every memory stung like salt in an open wound.Sofia was already up, humming off-key in the kitchen while making coffee. The smell of burnt toast and her signature strong brew pulled me off the couch. I shuffled in, still wearing the oversized t-shirt she’d lent me, my hair a mess and my eyes puffy.“Morning, runaway bride,” she said cheerfully, sliding a mug toward me. “Or should I say, almost-bride-who-said-no-on-a-rooftop? Either way, you look like hell.”I managed a weak laugh. “Thanks. Exactly what I needed to hear.”She grinned, but her eyes were soft with concern. “Eat something. Then we dig. My tech friend got back to me at 3 a.m. apparently he lives on Red Bull and spite. He found something.”My heart jumped. I took a sip of coffee, burning my t