Ash X Serena Comic Novels & Stories

Even her voice did not sound as excited as she has always known it to be. “Karen, are you keeping something from me?” Serena asked. “Ever since you spoke to that person yesterday, you haven't looked happy.” Karen gave a wry smile. “I'm doing just fine, Serena. It's nothing to worry about.” Serena rose from the seat, giving off the vibes of a hot chic in a short black bodycon dress. The spa had not only given her flawless skin but also made every part of her body smooth enough to give a second look.

Carl taunted, a malevolent grin etched upon his face. "Hey! That's my story!" Ashley retorted, her eyes welling with tears, her hand instinctively freeing itself from Xander's grasp. However, Xander urged restraint, his words carrying a note of pointlessness. She turned to him, her eyes filled with tears, and reluctantly reclaimed his hand. Carl appeared before Ashley, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Let's go home and celebrate, my princess. You naughty mafia slut," he sneered, toying with her hair. Although Ashley burned with a desire to kick him in the nut, she found herself powerless against his grip.

I think she saw the wound on my face, but she didn't dare to ask for fear that I wasn't happy. I smiled and said to her, "Ashe made my face look so bad. Will it go back to normal?" Serena startled, blinked a few times before answering me, "ah, can recover. You take medicine daily to dissolve the bruise; after a week, it will completely heal." I nodded, feeling like there was something strange about Serena, but I didn't say it, continuing to eat my breakfast. I heard Serena mumbling something in the silence, but my ears were still ringing, so I couldn't hear it clearly. I faintly heard her mention Ashe. Curious, I asked, "What's wrong with Ashe?"

“I’m fine. You threw yourself in front of a bullet, you absolute idiot, I’m fine—” “Good.” His eyes were already sliding shut again, the word coming out slower, softer, like something dragged up from underwater. “Good. That's it. Good.” “Stay awake.” Renata’s hand cracked, sharp, against his uninjured cheek, an old trick, a mother’s trick, and it worked, his eyes flew back open, furious and alive. “You do not get to close your eyes yet. Not until the ambulance is here. Do you understand me, Kai Cassano, I did not survive nineteen years of this family to bury you in your father’s study.”

Wide open, dust spilling into the hallway like it had been holding its breath, waiting for me. Kael stood between me and the doorway, every muscle in his body wound tight. His eyes kept moving, scanning corners, like he expected the walls themselves to lunge at us. "Serena, stay behind me." "No." He turned his head just enough to look at me. "Serena." "I said no." I pushed past him before he could get another word out. His hand caught my wrist—gentle, not restraining, just... there. "Someone's been playing me for days," I said, keeping my back to him. "I'm done standing behind people while they decide what I'm allowed to know."

It was like he was challenging her because he had messed her up many times and escaped the law. "I will come with you, Arlene," I said because Daxon had pissed me off. He stopped smirking and passed me an empty glare. "You are not defying me, Serena. Don’t become your sister. Have you not learned anything from her life? Look at her; she is a mess. Probably ran by many trains---," Daxon kept taunting her until she had enough. Before I could do anything, she got up and threw the glass of juice on his face.

Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job. "Angelo Giansson" "Present." She was reminded of Xavier's unbecoming reaction earlier. 'Lemon, what does that mean? Did Khai's scent stick to me?' "Edward Kjiellberg" "Present." She sniffs the hems of her sweatshirt, 'Holy crap, it did.' "Ashleigh Marie Nordin" "Present." Great, now she has to make sure Khai and Xavier never cross paths. Not that she had any plans of introducing them to each other in the first place, but still.

she further said. "If you're so entertained by this small war of mine, then listen in. In no time at all, Alexander will learn the uselessness of rebellion. And when he does, I'll be here. waiting. And as for Serena, I know enough to know that Damien and this new guy named Kyle are backing her. I'd deal with them first." She clicked her glass in a fake toast. "To uselessness, then." I didn't accompany her. My gaze continued to be unforgiving, my mind whirling overtime on plots and revenge to be had.

It was a no-brainer that Harrison had no chance against this street-fighter. "You will bloody stay away from her," Asher gritted out and swung his fist in the air. "Asher," Serena shouted, bringing Asher to an abrupt halt. His fist froze mid-way before he turned in her direction. Her eyes were blazing with fury as she glared at him, trembling in rage. Asher's gaze hardened at her sight before he released Harrison, letting him collapse to the ground. Two staff members rushed forward to help Harrison who was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Zeke stretched his hand for me to take and I gently took it in shock as he pulled me up. “Thanks,” I muttered and he nodded and stepped away from me. I trudge to the wall and rest on it, closing my eyes and trying to level my breath when I get a body beside me, and like I guessed, it was Serene. Why wasn't she clinging to her Fiancé? Asher face-palmed himself and just went to the two men on the floor instead, raising their heads and hitting them square in the face, knocking them out. I wish I could take someone out so quickly with a blow.