Emily Seraphim Novels & Stories

“Okay, my turn: One, I’ve lived in three different countries. Two, I’m an only child. Three, I’m a black belt in karate.” “No way you’re a black belt,” Rylan said. “I think the lie is living in three countries,” Elara guessed. Seraphina laughed. “The lie is that I’m an only child. I actually have two brothers.” “Where are they?” Kieran asked. “Living In the city with humans…” she replied him, turning her gaze away from him. The pack chuckled, impressed by her revelations. “Lily, you’re up,” Seraphina said. Lily grinned. “Alright, here are mine: One, I’ve been skydiving. Two, I can cook gourmet meals. Three, I hate heights.”

She couldn't feel any connection to her at this point, and all Serenity felt was pitch black emptiness. It doesn't come across as a surprise that he choose someone like her. Emily had a light tan complexion with blonde hair and greyish blue doe like eyes and do not forget those long legs and lean body. She was an angel compared to Serenity. She had a pale complexion with boring hazel brown eyes, brown hair and oh not to forget a curvy figure which some people considered unflattering. Emily climbs on to the stage from the front of the crowd and places her hand in his and turns to flash a smile at the excited and happy pack members.

I said, my mind travelling back to earlier today. " Is he your father " Gale asked and I lifted my gaze to him, I knew it wouldn't take long before he figures everything out. I nodded and he stared at me for a while " What about your mother ?" He questioned and to that I lowered my eyes again. "Her name was Elena, she had beautiful emerald eyes and dark curls. Mr Rogers said that she was bubbly but calm as a storm, that her heart was pure but also vicious " I added with a smile, I felt something warm in my heart.

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea

“This will not tell you what you want to know.” Elysia held the silk, startled by its weight. It felt heavier than a square of thread should feel. She glanced toward the door and found Lucien watching through the grate, his face unreadable. “Then tell me yourself,” Elysia said. “Tell me what you are.” “I am what you made of me,” Seraphina said. “And what you feared you could never be.” Color rose in Elysia’s face. “I have only tried to be worthy.”

Then her lips curved into a small, condescending smile. “Kai Lennox,” she repeated, voice smooth and silky, but dripping with arrogance. “The billionaire heir who’s been missing half his classes. I’ve heard about you. Daddy’s money and a reputation for charming girls out of their panties. How… predictable.” I grinned wider, completely unbothered. “Predictable? That hurts. I was hoping for devastatingly handsome or at least intriguing.” Seraphima closed her notebook with a soft snap and stood up, slinging her designer bag over her shoulder. She was tall in heels, almost eye level with me, and she used every inch to look down on me.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

“A woman at the border seeks audience with the Alpha King.” Magnus frowned. “A woman?” Before anyone could question, she entered on her own — tall, pale, cloaked in black that shimmered like oil. Her presence filled the room instantly, cold and commanding. She introduced herself as Seraphine. The moment her gaze locked with Ember’s, the room froze. I felt my wolf stir, uneasy, claws scraping at the inside of my chest. Ember stiffened, her jaw tightening. And then I heard it — her voice saying, “Let her in.” But there was another voice beneath it. Faint. Echoing. Like two tones overlapping in one throat. My stomach turned.

I had just opened the door to the private room when a little girl suddenly crashed right into my arms. Right after, Emily shouted, "Be careful, darling!" I crouched down and gently stroked the girl's hair. She had delicate features that resembled Emily's. Emily walked over with a warm smile and took my hand. "Seraphina, it's been a long time since I last saw you. This is my daughter, Ada," she said, pointing at the little girl. "Do you remember her? You came to see her when she was a newborn, and I named you her godmother. She's the same age as your Leo."

I lied. “Open it, Zac.” He said losing his patience. I sucked in enough air, at least the right amount to make my fingers move. And right there, in 1080 pixel, was Emily and a guy, I'm suspecting was her boyfriend. “Is that the person who claimed to be unfit to handle Nevada?” Damon stared right into my soul. I felt like a fool, for more reasons than one. “I'm sorry about that, Sir.” I apologised to him. “While I do not know what Emily is up to what I am certain about is that every road she's taking that doesn't yet lead to Nevada’s big launch, leads to her healing from Freda’s demise.”