Novelas y relatos de Braixen Serena

(Major Serena) Everyone in the scene just keep their mouths shut and just decided not to looked at Major Selena way and what she was about to do nor what she is currently doing. Because Major Serena, is a very unique individual, Major Serena was the Resource Department, Vice Director, Number 3 person of The Resource Department directly under the Minster Andrea. Also she was also from the First Generations of Maiden Unit, Code Number M20, She was, just like all the Maiden extremely beautiful, with her curvy sexy body, purple long hair and wearing her always overly tight uniform, looking at her at first glance, she might looks like a very elegant, docile and gentle woman, with her delicate blo

“I've heard so many things about you. I'm Brianna Walters." Adrian simply nodded as he shook her hand, and he said, "Pleasure. This is Serena." Brianna's eyes moved to me, and for a split second I thought she glared at me disdainfully. But then she smiled at me in the most radiant way, and she said, "Oh my God, you're beautiful. Congratulations." Her gaze flicked briefly to my belly before meeting my eyes again, with a kindness that felt like a blade even if she didn't mean it to.

Brian stood up, disgustedly wiped the blood off his hands with a handkerchief, and threw the towel down on Kate. Luna Serena took a breath to control her anger; she ordered the driver to take Kate out first and then stood up; when she passed Brian, she said coldly. “Think carefully about what I say today. If you are willing to watch that vile woman and her lowly child step on your head, then I have nothing more to say.”

I silently materialized and pull Axar to me, so he cannot see what I know is about to happen. Sera continues this weird spastic battle, body jerking as her control goes back and fourth. Tears coat her face as she relents and dips her head to Barima's. Her long forked tongue slips out and laps the blood from Barima's temple. She involuntarily moans and a light rumble breaks her chest. Barima's terror fills the air around us as she realizes her mistake. Sera might be a half breed, but she is the Devil we don't know. She has underestimated her and pushed too far.

Serena looks at Crow, who shrugs. “It’s the truth, Sugar.” Crow says, looking her up and down appraisingly, “You don’t call me that. Ever. I’m a mixture of Blood-Witch and Bone-Witch, do not piss me off. I can kill at range.” Her eyes flicker black for a second, then back to their normal blue. Crow looks shaken, and only nods. She turns back to Eliza, with a look of concern. “She should be waking up… Forgive me, Sis.” She slaps her sister in the face, hard. Eliza starts, and tries to punch her attacker. Serena dodges, “Hey, woah there, Eliza Girl. It’s me.” Eliza stills and looks at her,

Yet Serena could see the calculated gleam lurking beneath the surface. "You went way too far this time, you psychotic bitch," he spat out, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "I get you had some kind of demented vendetta, some score to settle…. it should've been between you and me. Brittany was innocent in all of this! She didn't deserve to get caught up in your sick mind games and power plays!" Alex leaned heavily on the crutches supporting his right leg - the same one Serena had put a bullet through just days earlier during their violent confrontation at her father's villa.

He was reminded of his need to be strong and he straightened up. "Is that your son?" Dana asked staring at Philip. To be frank, he was handsome at his age, and with those grey eyes, he could attract any woman he wanted in the world. If she succeeded in befriending Maria, then she could set Philip up with Clara. To her, they were a perfect match. "Yes, he is." Maria replied proudly. She could see the amazement in Dana's eyes. "Philip Cruz," Philip said extending his hand and Dana wasted no time in shaking it. "You must be Dana Hamilton." He said, more like an accusation.

Even the enchantments hissed and recoiled. And when it cleared— Serena stood alone in the center, panting. Maeron had dropped to one knee, the talisman cracked and flickering. Solmyra screamed. Serena’s hands trembled, but her eyes were steady. Alexandro crawled to her side, clutching his side, his face bloodied but determined. “We can’t stay here…” Serena turned toward him—and froze. Maeron was rising again. Behind him, Solmyra staggered up, her eyes blazing.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal