Ash X Serena Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

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

Susanna had thoughtfully added audio for full effect. "I've been back for six months. With just a flick of my finger, he's fallen into the palm of my hand. He prepared a blue fireworks show for me tonight. Since I don't like blue, let me give it to you for your anniversary celebration so that it won't go to waste." The crowd erupted in shock. Sophie's face turned pale as panic surged through her. "That bitch Luna! How dare she expose our chat records?"

Veins popped up on the side of her neck. "I told you I'll have my revenge didn't I?" Alex said with a smug smile. Ashley gritted her teeth. "You can hit her all you want Claire. Take out all your anger on her" Alex pulled a chair to sit while Claire grabbed a stick that was lying on the floor. With a devilish grin on her face, she started hitting Ashley with the stick. Ashley's eyes stung with tears. Her tears were more of anger than pain. She shut her eyes tightly as the stick hit her back. Alex smiled, deriving pleasure from Ashley's reaction.

"It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends." I smiled. Being friends sounded great. With the way things were for me, friendship was all I was really suited for. Time was about up, so Timothy and I left the cafe together. The summer heat outside was brutal, and the sun blazed down. The moment we stepped through the door, my world suddenly started spinning. A loud roaring filled my ears, and my vision went black in waves. Right before I passed out, I thought I saw Cole. He looked anxious, and his lips were moving as if he were saying something.

He laughed "did you? Well I was just very worried about my princess, our last conversation didn't end so well." "I am not your princess, stay away from me!" I screamed. A nurse glared at me "you're shouting" she said in a low tone. I walked away into the restroom, I shut the door behind and sat on the toilet seat. "Mr.Chancy don't you know when a girl doesn't want you nor want anything to do with you?" I asked angrily. "That's not true Selena and you know it, you want me and you want a whole lot to do with me but you just don't want to accept it nor believe it" he said.

“There’s an old Everley story about a dragon with more than one mate. Even in your kind, it’s rare, but it has happened. The bonds burned hot, and together, they were more than any others could ever hope to be. In fact, they were unmatched. But the same heat that made them powerful also could have destroyed them, and more than once, it nearly did. It wasn’t magic that saved them in the end, but the way they chose to wield it together.” The way she said “your kind” made my chest clench. “And if they hadn’t handled it right?” I asked. She didn’t look away. “Then the fire would have consumed them all. And everything around them.” I sat back, forcing my expression neutral while my mind whirled.

Xander asked with a dark laugh. “Let’s just say, I never trust a man who wears a mask. Especially not one who married the woman I despise the most.” There was a long pause. Xander swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, his mind racing. “She’s pregnant,” he said quietly. Audrey smirked on the other end. “Even better. That just means she has more to lose.” “You’re insane,” Xander muttered. “No. I’m just someone who doesn’t like losing. And watching June fall from her little fairytale cloud will be the greatest show I’ve ever seen.”

Serena rubbed her wrist and slowly stood up. Gritting her teeth, she straddled Shawn without hesitation. Shawn's eyes lit up with surprise. "Well, well, I didn't expect you to be so bold. I like it." Suppressing her disgust, Serena reached out to unbutton Shawn's shirt. He leaned back slightly against the couch, his breathing unsteady, and squinted at her. "Hurry up!" Serena's gaze turned icy. Her hand slowly reached for the side table where an ashtray was placed.

Serena: Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying. When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack. It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then. Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help. It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.

But Serena's rogue action had been seen as a threat, and they had responded accordingly, sending their best assassin to send a message. Damien still remembered the sight of Serena's body laid bare and bloodless for him to find. It had taken every ounce of his self-control not to seek his own vengeance. But Serena had been in the wrong, acted against orders, and Damien wasn't going to continue the chain of bloodshed and take more innocent lives. No matter how heartbroken Serena's death had left him, his job was to make the world a better and safer place. The gates parted as he pushed them open, heading toward the station's main entrance. He was going to need a shower and a beer after tonight'