Novels by Great Pen Lord

For the next three days, Serena Walsh became the most confusing person to exist in my life.It’s not because she disappeared. Serena texted me constantly.Serena: Good morning, my love.Me: Have you eaten?Serena: Your coffee addiction is becoming concerning.Serena: I saw a dog today that reminds me of you.It started a playful argument between us that lasted forty-five minutes.Me: How does a dog remind you of me?Serena: It looked stubborn.Me: That’s rude.Serena: So accurate.The worst part was how easily Serena slipped back into my life. Four years away should have changed something. Instead, it felt like Serena had simply pressed pause and then hit play the moment I came home.Every conversation with Serena left me smiling like an idiot.The embarrassing part was that nothing about it felt forced. Back in school, Serena was one of the first people I wanted to call whenever something went wrong.Every notification from her made me excited and also made my heart beat.Every time

“Last night was so fun,” I said to Serena on her bed.Serena and I were so drunk that her club driver drove us back to her home, and we were both right on her bed.Before we knew what was happening, Serena and I started kissing.“Fuck, you have such nice breasts,” Serena said, and she unhooked my bra, sucking the life out of it.I moaned as she found her way down to the short gown I was wearing.She soon reached for my pants, and fingered me, while sucking my breast, and kissing me.“You have to make me cum,” I said while moaning loudly. “I have waited for this for years…ouu,” I kept moaning.Serena took some chill and slowly completely removed my gown, while she removed hers also.She soon reached to have sex with me, just the way I loved it. She spread my legs, and took her legs inside mine, and we started scissoring.…It was a dream. I jumped up from my bed with the whole bed so wet.Serena was the best down there. Even in my dreams, she went straight for the kill.It’s been three

By Friday, Serena Walsh had become the biggest problem in my life. Not because she had done anything wrong, but because every time I convinced myself to stop thinking about her, she texted me.“You are staring at your phone again.” I looked up to find my brother standing in the kitchen doorway.“I’m not,” I said back to him.“You absolutely are,” he said. He soon added, “You’ve been thinking every time Serena texts you.”I nearly dropped my coffee after that word from my brother. “She does not text me that often.”Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Maya.”“Okay, fine. She texted me.”“And what did she say?”I hesitated to speak while looking at the text. It was:Serena: My club’s hosting live music tonight. You should come.Serena: Maybe unless you’ve become too cool for meI had read those messages a different number of times; in my mind, I was so ready to get to her club, but I refused to admit it.“Nothing so important.”“Interesting, Maya.”“What’s that?”“Your face does that thing wheneve

I spent my first night at home staring at my bedroom ceiling and trying not to think about Serena Walsh.It didn’t work.Serena had smiled at me like she actually genuinely missed me. She called me gorgeous twice.Another surprising thing is how she’d casually referred to my future partner as “she.” That moment replayed in my head for most of the night.It was eight-thirty the next morning, while I was halfway through my second coffee cup, when my mother walked into the kitchen with a smile that soon made it seem suspicious.“Oh, good. You’re awake,” my mother said.“That sentence never leads anywhere good.”My mother ignored me and soon placed a plate of toast in front of me. “Serena’s coming over soon."I narrowed my eyes. “But why?”“Apparently, there are places in town she wants to show you.”“Mom, I grew up here.”“Well, according to Serena, things have changed around here.”“Absolutely not.”My mother soon raised an eyebrow. “But why not?”If I spent another hour alone with Sere

I spotted Serena before she spotted me.I will be honest, some things never changed in her.She was leaning against a black SUV outside the arrivals terminal of the airport, one tattooed arm folded across her chest while the other held a paper cup of coffee.Maybe not admiring, but loving.At age eleven, I thought Serena Walsh hung the moon, and honestly, at twenty-two, I still did.“Maya?” Her voice cut through the crowd, warm and familiar. Serena’s eyes landed on me across the crowd, then she froze as the coffee cup stopped halfway through her mouth. “Oh, my God.”I smiled despite how I felt. “Hi, Serena.”“No way,” she said ironically.I laughed nervously. “Last time I checked, it’s still me.”“That is impossible!”“I am pretty sure it is not.”She pushed herself off the SUV and walked towards me. The closer she got, the more confused she looked. “When did this happen?”“When did what happen?” I asked back.Serena then gestured vaguely in front of me. “All of…” Her eyes went back f