Ash Serena Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

I understood now why Brandon was so madly in love with me, it wasn’t just about the face, but how he saw me. “Wow, sister,” Serah said with a big smile. “I bet Brandon will fall in love with you again today. You look like an angel. So beautiful.” “Are you for real, Serah?” I asked with a shy smile. “Yes, completely serious! You look stunning. One more thing,” she added, getting serious for a moment. “I want you to be happy. So when you go on your honeymoon, please don’t call me. I don’t want you thinking about me. Just think about yourself and your happiness. I promise, if something comes up, I will be the one to call you.”

“I could please you in ways she never could.” I raised my eyebrows as I pursed my lips. Even if I didn’t have Serena, desperation was the biggest turn off for me. Besides, please me better than Serena could? That’s laughable. It was physically impossible, Serena exceeded my sexual fantasies more than I could ever have imagined. She was like Aphrodite herself. “You’re embarrassing yourself, Alexis.” I sighed. “You were a quick shag five years ago, nothing more. Get that into your head.”

SERENA~ “You’ve been having sex your dad’s P.A and now I’m just a middleman here. My life is now on hold at two points. You have a girlfriend under this mansion…. You had me before your father got me here and now you trying to dump your girlfriend for your father’s wife which you coincidentally had sex with. and now you trying to put up a love at first sight act. This is crazy!” I lashed out. “Nothing is crazy Serena. Look at me” he shocked my body vigorously trying to make me look into his eyes which I was avoiding

Serena’s POV Rain poured heavily outside the hotel as I drove through the empty road with trembling hands wrapped around the steering wheel. I could barely see properly through the windshield. But honestly, the storm outside felt nothing compared to the one inside me. My chest hurt so badly it was becoming difficult to breathe. Adrian cheated on me. Not only that, he planned to divorce me the moment his partnership deal became successful. A broken laugh escaped my lips before tears blurred my vision again. Seven years of loving him like my entire world revolved around him. And somehow, I still wasn’t enough.

Meanwhile, Alora sat restlessly in her quiet living room, her fingers drumming nonstop on the table. The image of Serena's face had been lingering in her mind for a while now. She knew her best friend must be suffering—how could she not? With Damien, the bastard who had the heart to marry Yonara, snatched Charis from Serena's embrace, and cruelly made Serena a servant in the mansion where she once lived, becoming the mistress of the house.

Serena looks at her, “What’s going on? You pissed or depressed?” she sighs, “Maybe both.” She lowers her head, and stares at her fingers, which still ache from her attempt to wipe herself. “I’m annoyed that I feel this fucking weak, that I can’t do everything I want to. I can’t open a bottle of cola without help, or go to the toilet apparently, or fucking anything. I hate feeling like this.” Serena jerks a thumb at Ash and he smiles and gets up so Serena can sit next to her sister.

Serena means too much to me to let this slip away without understanding the full story. Early the next morning Serena I woke up with my head banging and the remnants of a terrible dream lingering in my mind. “That was a terrible dream,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease that clung to me. Needing something to distract me, I filled the bath tub with water and lay down, as if trying to drown all my fears away. The warmth of the water provided a momentary escape, but I couldn't forget the vivid images of my past. To be honest, I was scared. Owen was a terrible person, a dark chapter in my life that I wanted to forget. It all started when I was 19 years old. Owen had been my he