Dr Jane Serio Novels & Stories

“Why are you just standing over here at the corner and not aiding the participants, Serio? I can hear them waiting in the hallway.” That question returned the concern look to Serio’s face. He was standing in the corner of the hallway before the participant’s dorm. He was mulling over on what he should do because he had a hard time deciding something. But maybe this young man could help him. “You see, Carrola, uhm… Jai and Darrion had been helping us all day yesterday. I thought they must be very tired. When I peeked into their room, I only saw Darrion, sleeping very soundly. I didn’t see Jai anywhere,” Serio said worriedly. He paused to take his breath before continuing. “R-Regardless of whe

She sat on a foldable plastic chair with so much grace as she'd carried. Her brown hair was tied neatly, her blouse too crisp for a place where men forget what clean feels like. The clipboard in her lap looked like an armor. Her composure, though—yeah, that was the giveaway. “I didn’t expect my green-eyed brunette therapist to look so small sitting there,” I murmured under my breath, mostly to myself. She crossed one leg over the other, the movement deliberate, professional. The name tag caught the dim light: Dr. Serah Linton.

~ Vivienne's POV The woman's name was Sera. I learned that afterward, from a document Lorenzo's people prepared as part of the arrangement, a single page that outlined the terms and the timeline and the specifics of what had been agreed. Sera Montez, forty-three years old, contracted cleaning staff, eleven years with the same company. I read the page once and then set it down and did not pick it up again, but the name stayed with me in the way that things stay when you have looked at someone's face while something significant was being done to them.

Darius “Why would Elijah do that to his people? Should he not treat them well for at least following him? I also believe that people will be more productive and loyal if you treat them well," she said as she bent to touch the grave of the woman who had just offed herself. “Maleki Mariko. Forty five years old. A mother of one and he's dead. She was my mom's… maid?” Serena said and then lifted her hand from the stones. “She made her decision," I said and Serena looked at me.

Jenna's heart sank. It seemed that Sergio wouldn't leave Richards Manor alone if they didn't clear the Richards Group of their false accusation. Sergio was calm and composed, looking at her with a smile in his amber-colored eyes. She hurriedly lowered her head, picked up her utensils, and reached over to a plate of freshly pickled vegetables, gently picking up a piece of pickled green bean. Perhaps it was because of her panic that her hands trembled slightly. Jenna put it into her mouth and tasted it carefully. She could noticeably feel that Hansen's muscles were tensed.

His cock was already getting hard thinking about her. His men had checked on her all day. Serena Vale. 28 years old. She worked with art. She had no family. No easy weak spots. She was smart and careful. The door opened. Serena walked in. She wore a short green dress. It was tight. The top was very low. Her breasts almost came out when she moved. Her long legs looked great in high shoes. Her ass moved nicely as she walked. Donato’s mouth got tight. His cock got fully hard in his pants.

She had to admit that she was crushed when she learned that Jay stole her personal stamps. She was bitterly disappointed in him. Sera laughed wildly when she saw how furious she looked. "Oh Angeline, even your beloved man isn’t taking your side now. I’d like to see how you can keep being so arrogant." Having said that, Sera turned around and left. Grayson watched with a solemn look on his face as Sera walked off. Feeling uneasy, he said, "Ms. Severe, Sera has a unique identity because she’s the daughter of Madam Ares and Steven Bell. She has frequented both Ares and Bell families in the past few days. If she manages to persuade both Ares and Bell families to cooperate, then we will be at a g

"That girl has your mate's fire and your strategic mind, Alpha." "Don't tell her that. Her ego is big enough already," Dante jokes, but his pride is evident. Sera, now in her forties, has stepped back from day-to-day Luna duties. She mentors young supernatural leaders, writes about the integration struggles, and serves as an advisor to various organizations. "You're basically retired," Riley teases. Riley herself is now Marcus's co-beta, running pack operations with military efficiency. "I prefer 'consulting,'" Sera retorts. "And I'm not that old."

Sera leapt, heart pounding, but the next voice that emerged was a female one—Jasmine, one of the dancers. "You okay, girl? Heard you screamed at some VIP the other night. You *have* to calm down, that guy is not a dude you mess around with." Sera rose up slowly. Her muscles spasmed from tensing up the entire night. She cracked the door open and glanced out. "What am I saying?" Jasmine looked at her as if she'd just gotten run over. "Are you kidding? That was *Valerio Moretti*." Sera blinked. "Who?"

“Is there something you want to say? Unfortunately, Lila is not here right now but Serena is. Speak.” “I can’t speak with you. We have nothing in common. Give Lila her body back. Now,” JoJo said, clearly frustrated. Serena rolled her eyes dramatically. “I think your time is up.” She ended the call abruptly. While adjusting Damian’s shirt, she ran her hands over his chest, admiring his body with a slight smirk. “Wow… now I see why Lila didn’t want him to die,” she murmured, fingers tracing his muscles. Suddenly, a sharp strain hit her head. “No, Lila. You stay back until I’m done,” she growled to herself and a weak whisper came from the bed. “Who… are you?”