His Innocent Sera

The four-year-old girl, humming to herself, skipped down the hallway when she heard a weeping noise. She stopped, tilted her head, and listened carefully. The noise was coming from around the corner. Without thinking, she tip-toed towards the noise. As she rounded the corner, she halted in surprise. Leaning against the balcony, stood a little boy. His tiny body shook with each quiet sob. He was bigger than her. The girl blinked, her round blue eyes growing wide in concern. She hurried towards him. “Hey,” she said softly. The boy’s sob got caught in his throat and he looked up. His silver eyes locked on her. “Why are you crying?” the girl asked. The boy eyed her in suspicion, meanwhile, her gaze wandered over to his injured finger. “Oui, you are hurty,” she exclaimed in concern. The boy glanced down at his finger, a thin trail of blood had started to trickle from the small cut. He winced as if the vision had enhanced the pain.“You should see Mrs. Lily. She’ll take care of it,” she

She breathed a sigh of relief only after she reached Hannah’s room. After placing a gentle knock, she opened the door to find Hannah packing her school bag.“Good morning,” Sera sauntered in, wearing a smile. Hannah looked up and flashed her a bright smile. “Sera, you are here!” Hannah exclaimed in joy. “I thought you forgot,” she added, looking relieved now. “How could I?” Sera said before holding out the book to her, “I’ve solved all the questions. Go through them and learn the steps.” Hannah nodded enthusiastically while flipping through the pages. Hannah, unlike her elder siblings, was a bundle of sweetness. She was grounded and had a good head on her shoulders. Sera liked spending time with her. She was little but spiritual. For her, Hannah was like a little sister she never had. “Come, let’s have breakfast,” Hannah hurriedly slipped the book into her bag and grinned. They went downstairs. Gigi was already there at the table, applying butter to her bread while humming a song

“What type of bond is formed when electrons are shared between two atoms?” the conductor asked. “Covalent bond,” Sera answered without missing a beat. “Which organ in the human body produces insulin?”“Pancreas”Which event marked the beginning of the American Revolution?“Umm…Lexington”Her face split into a joyful grin as she noticed her score surpassing her competitors. With the prize money, she was going to buy her dad a watch. His current watch was not working properly. "You are doing great till now. Now we’ll have questions from the audience,” the conductor announced, gesturing towards the crowd. Sera’s gaze drifted towards the audience. “What mountain range separates Europe and Asia?” a female student questioned. ‘Ural” Sera replied confidently. The room fell silent for a brief moment before a deep voice interrupted. What is the principle that states no two electrons in an atom can have the same set of quantum numbers?” Nate’s deep voice rang in the air. Sera froze.

Leaning against the front of his sleek red Ferrari, Nate exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air and watched it dissipate. Dressed in a black shirt and jeans, he embodied the untouchable rogue. A walking temptation shrouded in an aura of mystery—his presence commanded attention effortlessly. He remained unfazed by the girl gawking at him, drawn to the unspoken promise of thrill and danger in his cold, piercing eyes. "The party was crazy. Girls from other schools had also come. You missed the fun," Dave, his best friend, told him. Nate simply blew another gust, unbothered. "Why do you not attend parties? Girls were asking about you," Maxim asked, confused. "I have better things to do than be a part of the circus you call "party," Nate answered dryly. He barely ever attended parties. "Dude, you've no idea what you are missing. Girls are so easy there," Stuart crowed, a haze of alcohol still lingering in his eyes. Nate wasn't impressed. "Easy has never been my preference," he stat

The red light of the gym danced over his strong, sharp features. Sweat sprayed with every punch, his nostrils flaring as Nate pounded the bag with relentless force, sending it swinging violently. The poor thing had already begun to burst at the seams but Sin knew no mercy. His mind stuck on her- playing the sinful moment- her, again and again. He just wasn't able to get over how tempting she looked soaked from tip to toe. Her delicate curves teased his mind mercilessly, turning him crazy. Her nipples poking through the fabric, her glossy lips, her glistening neck...... With a guttural growl, he sent his fist crashing into the bag, ripping it apart.He glared sharply at the bag as if it was the cause of his distress but no, it wasn't. The cause of his distress was that girl with speaking eyes and angelic laughter. She barely spoke in front of him but her eyes.....they would convey what her mouth would never. There was a whole world hidden behind those irises, untouched, unreachable. He