Ash X Serena Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Alpha King Daxton's POV. When the convoy slowed to a stop along the remote roadside, I stepped out of the Maybach and immediately felt it: a stare. I turned slightly, gaze flicking toward the Mercedes van parked behind us. That was when I saw Serafina. She seemed to have noticed me, dropped her hands with a sharpness too precise to be casual, and pivoted back toward me. Avoiding me. My jaw tensed, a breath leaving through my nose. She was still bitter from last night.

She had her arms wrapped tight around her waist, looking tiny against the massive backdrop of the city. ​"It's done, Sera," I said quietly, my voice raspy from disuse. ​She didn't turn around immediately. She just watched her reflection in the dark glass. "Everything, Harper?" ​"Everything," I replied, coming to stand beside her. "Seraphina Vance doesn't exist anywhere on earth. You are Seraphina Sterling. Unreachable. Untraceable." ​Slowly, she turned her head to look at me. Her dark eyes were completely clear, stripped of the terror and despair I’d watched consume her for three long years. In their place was something cold, smooth, and terrifyingly sharp.

My teeth grit together. "Aspen, this isn't over. Alaya deserves some explanation, which I doubt you and Death could give aptly. Once I'm back, you'll apologise to Alaya for forcing yourself and this situation on her, which she will be fully aware of once we have spoken," Asher proclaims to the room, who all roll their eyes. He then turns and holds his hand out to me, which I refuse, tucking my hands into my pockets. Shrugging loosely at the rejection, Asher turns, grabbing his coat before he opens the front door and steps into darkness. I pause.

I don't know if I am furious, heartbroken or I just feel stupid, either way, he is the last person I want to see. He stands in the doorway, arms folded, expression stoic. His eyes flick to the tray, then to the silk-clad snake who keeps stabbing me with her tongue. Alessia gasps, clutching her stomach like I just pushed her down a flight of stairs. “Oh! Oh no. The stress , Serena’s glare, it , it hurts , Tristan, I can’t , ” He moves toward her. I stand. Ready to take the blame. Again. But he doesn’t look at me. He looks at her.

I couldn't help but smile sheepishly. I jumped in jubilation as I watched Asher walk toward me. He was truly a warrior, a man whom I'd grown to love. As Asher walked closer to me, I heard a loud bang. A gunshot from far into the woods. Another batch of warriors was coming to fight us. Leading them was Christopher's mother, Anabel. Asher stumbled to the ground. He wasn't dead, but weak... Pain consumed me, the pain of losing him, the fear of being alone again. I tried to scream, but something else rushed through me... powerful and hungry, fueled by my anger and pain.

They stayed glued to the grass beaneath us. God my chest. It felt like it was caving in on itself, trying to fill the cavity where my heart had just been. I smelled smoke fill the air and normally I would be worried but my attention was fully on Serena. How can I convince her she's wrong? She's here, she's my mate, and yet she doesn't want me. Why didn't I see this coming? "I reject you, Ash Viseron."

Serena looked so exhausted and she couldn’t even open her eyes to see me. “Serena!” I spoke. “Just listen to me, you don’t even have to respond. I’m going to come for you. I’m going to take you out from there.” She opened her eyes to look at me, which nearly brought tears to my eyes. She didn’t deserve any of it. “Just hang in there. It’s going to end and I’ll take you on a yacht again. Please be strong.”

“I taught you nothing of this sort, you slut.” “Your slut” Serena whispered seductively. “Yes, Mine!” Damon growled Another dirty thought popped into her head and with her eyes fastened so steadily on his, she began moving her hips up and down. Damon groaned and closed his eyes. Serena was for sure going to be the death of him, he thought just before flipping her over

And gods help me, I want to lose to him. But I can’t. Because I’m Sera Ashenvale. The rogue girl who lived. The Luna he’ll regret choosing. The storm that’s coming for everything he built. And when the blood moon rises again... He’ll remember exactly who I am.

He looked up the second the elevator doors opened. He stood up, unbuttoning his suit jacket and setting it over the back of a chair. "How was lunch?" Asher asked. Serena set her bag on the entry table and walked into the room, sitting down on the opposite side of the table. "She tried to use the 'like a daughter' angle," Serena said, letting out a tired sigh. "She told me Cassian was heartbroken and that I should annul our marriage so we could fix everything quietly." Asher’s jaw tightened slightly. "And?"