Emily And Sera Novels & Stories

Me: “Don’t worry. You’ll be out of there soon. Get some rest, Serah. I’m about to sleep too, I’m exhausted.” Serah: “It’s okay, sister. I bet the house feels so big and empty without me.” Me: “Yes, it’s too quiet. But not for long. Soon, it will be filled with baby cries and laughter. I just want to see that adorable baby again. He’s so cute.” Serah: “You’ll see him tomorrow, sister.” Me: “Okay, Serah. I’m hanging up now. Sleep well.” Serah: “Sleep well too, sister.”

“Aren’t you excited today, Sera?” “I’m so excited, brother,” Sera answered sarcastically when she sensed the hidden meaning behind his question. Their mother just reminded him but he was already at it! “I’m going to hunt more than you guys.” “Want to bet on it?” Andric raised his brows. Sera rolled her eyes. “No, thanks.” “You’re no fun.” Andric chuckled as he looked out the window. Sera immediately went down the carriage as soon as they arrived. She looked around and she saw Hailey and Eli together with Ric and William.

She closes her eyes and breathes in deep. When she opens her eyes, she sees the outline of someone standing in front of her. For a moment, she thinks it’s Sergio, coming to wake her up. But it isn’t him. It’s a girl who looks exactly like him. She doesn’t seem older than Serena. She’s blonde and green eyed. She’s beautiful. “You’re awake,” Sergio kissing her forehead. “How are you feeling?” “I am feeling quite well, thank you,” Serena replied. “Good,” Sergio smiled.

If she didn’t like someone, she was very open about displaying her emotions. "I am sorry for interrupting you," I voiced just as she was about to walk out of the room. Her receding steps alarmed me. She turned around in my direction and raised her hand for me. I rushed and grabbed it, standing face-to-face with her while she ran her hand over my face with a frown on her forehead. "I am Serena Majestic!" I said, introducing the true me to her. "You sound—and seem more like her than she herself," Greta stroked her chin, running her face to the bed and then brainstorming. I was surprised she picked up on the truth so easily.

She explained. “Can I see her?” She nodded. “Yes.” We got to a room, it was locked. Gina knocked but there was no response. She offered a knock, yet the same. “Stephanie, you have a visitor. His name is Detective Kent, a very good friend of Emily.” “Where was he whenbAunt Emi was kidnapped?” Her soft voice sounded. “No one is Aunt Emi’s friend. I want to be left alone.” “Stephanie, I understand your pain–”

I’m long gone by the time Serena arrives at Emeric’s place on Saturday mornings with their parents in tow for their weekly family brunch, and none of them are any the wiser. I know the whole clandestine affair is no good for me. It doesn’t feel good to be Emeric Garvalle’s dirty little secret. But then again… sometimes it does. Sometimes it feels really good. Those moments when his hands are on my body… when he’s inside of me… those moments are why I keep on staying, even though Emeric seems hellbent on never making us official. “I hear Victoria is here,” Serena says, rapping her long, pointed fingernails on the desktop. “You haven’t heard? She’s back.”

I said “I know what that beast did to you, Lucas. That's the exact reason why we are not going to face him head on. And what if Damon sleeps with Vera? So what?! Didn't you sleep with her?” Emily yelled at me. “Yes, I did. And it felt fucking nice. It's not the rusty machine movements you have with Damon.” I clapped back. I saw her eyes water as she took the keys from me, and said nothing else. “What are you looking at?!” I yelled at everyone else as I sat next to her on the passenger seat.

Luca and Marrow were trading shifts, staring at thermal screens, waiting for any movement that meant the Council were closing in. I was in the main cabin, staring at a digital map of the mountain range we were heading toward. My hands were steady, but my mind was a mess. I’d pulled her out of one hell only to drop her straight back into another. I’d promised her peace, all I had given her was a different kind of war. The cabin door hissed open. Sera stood there, wrapped in a dark sweater that was far too big for her. The red emergency lights carved shadows under her cheekbones and across her collarbones. She didn’t look frightened, there was this hardness in her eyes, that made but chest ach

I leaned in, real close, my lips brushing his ear. "You think this is a game?" I whispered. His body trembled, his breath hitching. I twisted the blade. He choked on his own agony. "Do you know who I am?" I murmured. He didn’t answer. So I pulled the knife out and buried it deeper. His scream cracked in his throat, his body convulsing. I smiled against his skin. "I am Sofia Alexeyev," I whispered. "And you? You made the mistake of touching my blood."