Calem Serena Novels & Stories

Serena's grip tightened on the chair. Selene reached the altar. She turned to Kael with a smile that was not warm and not cold but something surgically positioned between the two — the expression of someone who had practiced it. Kael's eyes met hers and something moved across his face that made Serena's stomach turn over. Not love. Not heat. Something more calculating than that. Alliance. Strategy. Two people who have made an agreement and are now finalizing the terms. 'No,' Serena said again. Louder this time. It didn't matter. Nobody looked at her.

SERENA As I walked into my studio that morning, I couldn't help but notice the stunning bouquet on my desk. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance filled the room, instantly brightening my day. A small envelope with my name delicately written on it was nestled among the flowers. My heart raced with anticipation as I carefully opened it. Inside, I found a note, handwritten with care. It read, "Get ready for a magical evening, my dear Serena. Dinner at 7 pm, and the driver will pick you up. With love, Damian." A rush of excitement coursed through me. Damian had planned a surprise dinner for us, and the thought of spending an evening together, just the two of us, filled me with joy. I glanced a

“Serena, there are rumours your career took off because of your relationship with Damien Callahan. Care to comment on that?” Silence wrapped the room like plastic. Serena could’ve dodged. Could’ve smiled and pivoted. But something in her steadied. “I've worked for years,” she said softly, “alone, unseen, scraping by and staying up late with blank canvases and quiet doubts. Every piece I’ve designed came from those moments. Not from a man. Not from a contract. From me.” She turned slightly toward the cameras. “Yes, Damien Callahan supported me. I learned a lot working with him. But if anyone believes a man made me who I am, then they’re not looking closely enough.”

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

CHAPTER 8 "TODAY, we have reached level three of our Suicide Cup Event. Your points will determine if you are going to stay... or be eliminated. Good luck, contenders! The Domina will show you the score board later. Relax and be prepared." Just like that, the speaker went off. I put my bottle of water down and sat on the bench. Eula isn't here which is very odd. She didn't send me a text nor did she visit my house. I wonder where that witch went. She just have to make sure that it's important or else I'm gonna skin her alive.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

she said as she ran a hand through her blond layers. "Why? We all know you and their Alpha don't exactly have the best relationship," Serena continued in a humorous tone. "That's none of your business," Caleb said, glaring down at her with disgust. He had never liked her, and he made no effort to hide it. "Shut up. I wasn't even talking to you,” she shot back at Caleb, and Ryland found himself getting overwhelmed and frustrated by Serena's useless banter. "Do you have any reason why? Want to share with me?" Serena asked, facing Ryland like she wasn't just exchanging words with Caleb.