Emily And Sera Novels & Stories

“Are you busy now?” Emma cleared her throat making us halt our conversation. I bent my head down as I gave her another reason to be angry with me. “Serena dear! Since when do we treat this shop as friends' hang-out spot?” Emma questioned, sarcastically. Then she looked at Eric and asked “Do you want to buy something?” “Uh… yes.” He said. “Serena! Why don’t you suggest flowers to decorate my house?” Emma scoffed as he tried to save me from her angry stare.

"You do not know anything about him!" Ammilya only smiled and it made Serra crinkle a side of her nose. How can Marmi become so evil in this world? Why do I hate her so much? "My dear! What do you know about him? You hardly know what he is capable of! You hardly know what he feels about you! You hardly know who you are!" She inhales deeply that her neck contrasted. "You don't know him at all." Serra looked down. "I might not know him at all but I can definitely get to know him more after we are one!" Serra fired. "I am slowly getting back my memories and soon enough I will know what I and him shared!"

Emilio asks in confusion, I had no answers to give him so Mira answered for me. "She's just embarrased, you caught her at a bad time" Mira smiled awkwardly at Emilio and Zoe. "Oh, this is Zoe" Emilio says happily, "Zoe, this is Camila" he smiles gesturing between us with his hand. "It's so nice to meet you" Zoe smiles while outstretching her arm for me to shake her hand. I shook her hand hesitantly with the polites smile I could find, but I looked so nervous right now as I sat there staring up at her face.

“You leaked those photos. You set her up. You let her believe she was falling for someone who actually gave a damn.” “I do give a damn.” My voice was low but firm. Mila’s expression didn’t soften. “Then fix it. But don’t show up here expecting her to play house with you again.” Before I could respond, a crash sounded from behind her. A glass. Shattered. My heart seized. “Emery?” Mila turned, and I pushed past her. Emery stood in the living room, hands trembling, eyes glassy. A news broadcast played silently on the TV behind her. The screen showed an image of her and Tobias from years ago, a headline scrolling beneath it in bold, cruel letters:

I snapped, my wolf already on edge, hackles raised by the stranger's uninvited presence. Serena's eyes widened, but relief softened her expression as she stood up and grabbed Lucious's arm, steering him past the guards. She shut the doors tight, her movements swift and decisive. My wolf growled, anger flaring inside me at the sight of my mate being so protective of this stranger. I walked up to them, my hand on Serena's back, drawing her closer to my chest. The instinct to claim her, to mark her as mine again, surged through me, fueled by the unfamiliar male's presence. "How have you been?" Serena asked, her tone soft and concerned.

Abel scratches his head, "Actually, women like Madam are still good, I admire her." "Except for her." Brian finished, striding forward, and Abel rushed to follow. Serena got that video and without a moment's delay, she immediately went to the hospital where Emily was. She had just opened the door when she saw Mira inside, feeding Emily porridge. "No big deal, can't even knock?" Emily turned on her, not at all kindly, and her brow furrowed instantly. Mira curled her mouth and took a handkerchief and wiped her lips.

“Stay out of this, Sera.” So that was her name. Sera. Sera looked completely unbothered. “I was planning to and go on my merry way, till I saw you and I don’t enjoy watching bullies.” Elle folded her arms. “She’s human.” “And?” “She’s beneath us.” Sera shrugged. “I don’t remember asking.” The library grew noticeably quieter. Several nearby demons pretended to read while clearly listening. Elle took another step. “You’ve become awfully interested in the King’s little toy.”

The vampires. The mate bonds. “I’m learning that.” Sera looked at her key. “You should learn faster.” “I’ll try.” “Trying won’t resurrect anyone.” “No.” Emmy accepted that. Sera studied her. Then looked at Elara. Her face changed. “No.” Elara stiffened. Sera stepped backward. “You’re impossible.” Elara’s hand moved toward Emmy. Not touching. Seeking proximity. “Do you know me?” Sera stared. “The Nameless Origin.”

Sera Moretti has thirty days to raise $200,000 or her sister dies. When Chicago's most dangerous man offers her a deal—strip for him privately for one year and he'll pay the ransom—she has no choice but to accept. What begins as a transaction becomes an obsession neither can control. But Luca Vitale doesn't know who she really is. And Sera doesn't know what his family has done to hers.

Octavia watched him go and then turned back to me and the room was still watching and her face rearranged itself into the soft wounded expression of a sister who'd been forced to do an impossible thing. "I'm sorry, Sera," she said. "I wish it hadn't come to this." I pushed my chair back and stood and the scrape of wood against stone sounded like a bone breaking. My eyes were dry. My hands were still. "I know you are," I said. Gemma grabbed my arm as I passed her table and her fingers dug in hard and her eyes were wet and she whispered "Sera, wait, please" but I pulled free because waiting meant thinking and thinking meant feeling and feeling meant dying on this floor in front of every wolf w