Novel & Cerita Clemont X Serena

“You know who she’s with.” “He owns Laurent Motorsport. Street Nation has an eighteen-month agreement with Serena, and her racing commitments affect that schedule.” It was such a perfectly reasonable explanation that Cecilia found herself staring at him. “Damian, I didn’t ask for his résumé.” His jaw tightened. She’d liked him for too long not to know when he was closing a door.

--- Serena was called into HR that afternoon, ostensibly for a routine check-in about the Apex account transition, though Elena suspected — correctly, as it turned out — that Alexander had quietly arranged for Viktor to be present as well. Elena watched from Gavin's monitor feed, unable to be in the room herself but unwilling to miss whatever was about to happen. Serena's composure held for the first several minutes, professional and unbothered, right up until Viktor set a printed still frame on the table between them — Serena, clearly visible, meeting Damien Cole in the parking garage. Her expression changed instantly, the careful warmth dropping away to reveal something colder, more calcul

Use their own weight against them. Serena stopped resisting. She suddenly dropped her weight and pulled Chloe forward by her shirt. Chloe's eyes widened as she lost her balance, stumbling forward over her own feet. Serena quickly twisted her body around, caught Chloe in a loose headlock, and gently pulled her down to the dirt mat, pinning her shoulders down. "Match over! Serena wins again!" Francis yelled. It was a really close round. Serena had only won by a very slight chance, and her heart was hammering wildly. She let go of Chloe immediately and extended a hand to help her up.

The fighting was brutal and exhausting. Kael tore through climbers, hurling bodies off the roof. Damien moved like a ghost, decapitating threats before they could fully crest the edge. Serena’s spells lit up the night in brilliant violet explosions, but each one left her paler. During a brief lull, Kael shifted back to human form, breathing hard, blood streaming down his chest. He walked over to Serena and dropped to one knee in front of her. “You’re pushing too hard,” he said, cupping her face with surprisingly gentle hands.

She sprung backward, turned into him, loaded her elbow, and slammed it right into his temple, where he dropped straight to the ground, unconscious. The crowd erupted. “Vale wins!” the headmaster roared. Serena stood over her opponent, breathing heavily, with sweat running down her temple. For a moment, all was a triumph, sharp and intoxicating. Then she felt it. Damien was burning a hole through her from across the arena. There was neither clapping nor cheering. His eyes were locked on her, narrowed, his nostrils flaring as if he had picked up a scent that no one else was aware of.

Cal was trying too hard to bring us together who clearly didn't want to be together. However, what really caught my attention was Damon. I hadn’t seen him since that night—since he caught me kissing Sera on the balcony. Pretty sure he was trying to avoid me, but here he was this morning, rocking sports gear with his usual deadpan face. I had to wonder what Cal did to drag him out here. Sera stood by the sideline, wearing this white sports dress that hugged her body just right. The neckline dipped low, and the morning sun made her skin glow like freaking gold.

Serena changed from her usual soft image as she held onto Christina’s arm and started messing around with her. Christina was disgusted by her actions, so she slapped her. Either she was slow to react, or because of some other reasons, Serena did not duck and took the slap right on her face. It made her fair face swell immediately. At that moment, a few ladies walked into the washroom and were shocked by the scene. Serena was the Mayor’s daughter, dignified and noble. As for Christina, she was just a nobody, so how dare she slapped her? Does she want to die?

Caesar had a crush on Jack back then, but unfortunately Jack didn't care about her at all, so she went against Serena at every turn, however, her grades were also left behind by Serena by a large margin, suffocating her for many years. Serena smiles and doesn't say anything. Caesar, however, is not willing to let her go and pulls her wrist, "I'm married, to a rich man who is still in the top ten in Hustleburg, I was thinking that I could be a sister to you later on in the circle, but I didn't realize that you were kicked out just as I got here, which is a bit of a shame." Serena patted the back of her hand before removing it, "Being sisters? Our faces don't look like we were born of the same

After ending the call, Serena sent him a picture on WhatsApp. In the picture, Celeste was wearing a pair of white shorts as she swung the golf club. Behind her, Winston and Cedric were standing there and watching her with a smile of approval. Celeste wasn't tall, but her body was well-proportioned. Her legs were shapely and long. They weren't overly slender either. As she swung the club, the beautiful curve of her bottom could be seen beneath the shorts. Damon didn't ask Serena where she got the picture from. It didn't matter if it was sent by Shannon or Leah. The point was that he wasn't happy about Celeste's behavior!

Who had enough clout to challenge Justin now, when every move was stacked against Alexander? Her mind raced, flipping through names and allies, discarding each one just as quickly. Until finally, one came to her. Serena stopped pacing, gripped her phone, and dialed. Colton. --- Colton’s voice cut like steel, cool and unbending. “This has nothing to do with me. It’s his choice.” The line went dead before Serena could respond. She lowered the phone slowly, her hand trembling, then drew a sharp breath and dialed another number.