Ash Serena Fanfiction Novels & Stories

We had so much to talk about. Serena's POV I swirled the drink in my glass, watching the liquid slosh around before taking another sip. The bitter taste did little to numb the churning thoughts in my head. I knew Baird was somewhere talking to the girl who disrupted our ceremony. I still didn't know her name.

Serena’s POV (as Kael) The academy klaxon ripped me out of sleep before dawn, a brass note that rattled my bones. I shot upright, heart hammering, and my hand flew beneath the blanket on instinct. Flat. A shaky breath slid out of me. The concealment still held—broad shoulders, straight lines, no softness left to betray me. Serena was buried; Kael Draven stood in her place.

The flames moving with her. “Serana, please, let’s talk about this. We can make it better.” She stops mid step and looks down at the ground when she raises her head and turns to look at me. “How can you make this better? What Barko said and showed me is you’re doing Vilkas.” I look at her in confusion. What? No! oh Goddess, what did he show her? “Whatever Barko did, it wasn’t true. Please Serana, I love you. Let me help you.” She just looks at me.

intimate. "You're out of moves, Sera!" Dante said and I could see the ghost of a smirk on his face. My breath hitched. My heart cracked. What the hell was wrong with me? Seraphine's gaze found mine. She looked at me. Right into my soul. And she smiled. A slow, taunting smirk that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. That she saw the storm inside me and reveled in it. "I wouldn't be so sure, Dante!" She purred.

"My name is Serena Infirma, you can call me Serena." When I mention my surname, I notice that her eyes twitches, I see a glimmer of what looks like anger in her eyes but I must have been wrong. "Alright, but on the condition that you eat and you call me by my name too. You need to get your strength up." "I will." letting my appreciation show in my eyes for not pressing the matter. "We're friends now," She suddenly declares, brooking no room for argument or contradiction on my part. I don't know how to react, I have never had a friend before, in fact it was never an option for me at the Blood Moon Pack.

“What?” Katniss shifts her weight to now lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over her very bare chest, a smirk playing on her lips like she’s about to drop the juiciest bit of gossip. “Aren’t you dying to know why I’m here? Why I'm naked?” She sighs, faux-sympathetic. “Poor thing. Fine, I’ll spell it out for you, I had sex with Sven. The King you used Fae magic into forming a mate bond with.”

he said, and sat back to study her face, trying to read her. "A friend was going to join me, but he backed out at the last moment, I couldn't cancel my plans because this is a dream of mine, so here iam" "Your boyfriend let you come by yourself?" "I have no boyfriend, it was a girl that was coming with me". "Where are you from?" He asked, glad to hear that she was single. Serena took a long sip of her champagne, she was getting tired of this game, she couldn't wait to take her revenge on Sebastian once and for all, she felt that things were not going too fast as she wanted, nevertheless she decided to get things going, the slower the more fun.

No one wants a scandal magnet. u/SerenaLoyalist 2h ago Upvotes: 876 | Replies: 45 Serena antis are wild. The woman’s been quietly married to Lucian for years—no scandals, no drama, no public humiliation. She didn’t “wreck” anything because Seraphina and Lucian were never real. The engagement was PR. Serena’s not evil; she’s private. She’s been dealing with this secret life while building her career. Respect her for that. #SerenaDidNothingWrong

Then, she got into Serena’s car. “Is your husband going on a date with someone else/” Serena started the car and teased her best friend. “He is!” “Damn! Who?” Serena almost stalled the car. “Let’s go first! Someone is chasing after us!” Snow reminded. “Stupid playboys!” To help her blow off steam, Serena turned to Kiran and gave him a middle finger. Her nails were filled with black magic, looking as if they were painted with shiny black nail polish. Her nails looked alluring under the shining light, but Kiran merely glared at her angrily.

That image seared through her like a brand. Now, as Marken’s alter ego held her chin, Serena forced herself to meet his gaze. Her voice, though trembling, dripped with loathing. “Let go of me.” He smiled faintly, almost tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from her brow. “Serena,” he murmured her name like a secret. “You know, I dreamed about you. It’s strange how real it felt.” Serena’s eyes hardened. “Don’t disgust me more than you already have.” Her voice was cold, sharp as a blade.