Emily Seraphim Novels & Stories

Mina might hate me but at least Etherly seems friendly enough. As we walk along the corridor I pass a woman in a stunning silk kimono style gown. Rich hues of colour match her stunning brown ringlets and creamy complexion. “That’s Seraphine,” Etherly hissed, “She is a bitch and a half,” and judging from the look she gave me, I guess there is no smoke without fire. She is quick to draw me the bath I want, even sprinkling some flower petals. “Thank you dear, that is so kind of you,” I say, groaning as I soak in the huge marble tub. I have never seen so much marble in my life.

“Did you check her birthmark?” King Thorne asked, his voice hesitant but filled with hope. Queen Seraphina didn’t look away from me. Her hands still held mine tightly, her eyes shimmering with tears. “I don’t need to check her birthmark to confirm it’s Emily,” she said softly. “I saw it in her ear. That tiny scar — she got it when I accidentally wounded her with my hairpin. I remember every detail of that day. That scar is still there. My baby is home.”

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

My name is Emily, and I’ve always been the good girl. Straight A’s, captain of the debate team, the one who volunteers at the animal shelter on weekends. At 22, I’m in my final year of college, majoring in literature, dreaming of becoming a writer someday. But beneath that polished exterior, there’s a secret side of me—a side that craves the forbidden, the filthy, the kind of pleasure that makes your toes curl and your mind shatter. And it all revolves around him: Professor Adrian Black.

Sharp eyes. A maid's uniform. Yet something about her immediately felt wrong. Like an actress playing a role she hadn't fully memorized. She curtsied gracefully. "Lady Seraphina Grey." Elian froze. The name triggered an old memory. A side character. Minor enough that most readers forgot about her. But Adrian remembered. Because the fandom had spent years creating theories about Seraphina Grey. And none of them had ever reached a conclusion. "I've been assigned to assist Your Highness during your confinement."

I pulled him to his feet took him in my arms and went down to meet Emily, I hugged her as well. “You are acting strange Dan. What will you eat for dinner? I told you not to hurt. You hurt yourself last night. I would make some...” Emily was rasping on and on and I listen to all that she said until my eyes caught someone smiling and waving at me. Jamal’s Luna? “It’s Sera. Seraphim, that’s my name.” She chuckled and smiled sweetly at me. “Is this real?” “If you think it is, then yes.” She crosses her hand at her back and nodded thoughtfully.

But when her mother asked if she was leaving soon, Seraphine shook her head. “No. I’m… not going.” “You’ll skip?” Emilia asked softly. Seraphine nodded. “I’ll just stay home. I have a project to work on anyway.” She couldn’t face Ezra. Not today. Hours passed. She sat at her desk, laptop open, papers scattered, trying to focus on her project. Normally she loved working on her studies—she was always top of her class, the A+ student. At 22, she was in her final year at Elysium University, the most prestigious university in the country. She and Ezra had always been side by side there, both studying Business Administration and Marketing. She had even pushed herself to double major in Economics a

“Jeremy.’ the girl who almost looked like me ran across the sand in her dirtied gown. Jeremy looked at the girl with a smile. “Seraphina. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing in the garden.’ “Yes, I was.’ The girl named Seraphina replied in a sweet tone and stretched her hands with a bouquet. “Look what I got for Seraphim.’ “Wow. It looks nice.’ Jeremy uttered and wiped off dirt from his shoes. “You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her

She just looked Emily up and down, as if inspecting a piece of livestock at an auction. "Charming," Seraphina said flatly. "Though one wonders how a human manages the... appetites... of a High Alpha." A titter of laughter ran through the front row. Emily felt heat flush her cheeks. She wanted to say something witty, something sharp. But her mind was a fog. The words stuck in her throat. "I manage just fine," she managed to croak. Seraphina raised an eyebrow. "Do you? You look feverish, child."

But i figured the best thing was let him handle the situation when he got back. “Serafina.” She called, halting me. “You must have met Emilia.” Leaning against the massive rail, I arched a brow at her. “Briefly?” Gently unclasping their hands, Emilia brushed off an invisible lint from her dress and walked to me, offering a handshake. “I'm Emilia.” She announced. Who cares? “Rapheal's fiancée.” I think now I care. I shifted. Not in panic but with a more calculated stare.