Emily Seraphim Mga Nobela at Kwento

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

Fragile, even. My chest contracts in a way that pisses me off. Her eyes lift and find mine. Blue meeting blue. The chapel disappears. For a second, it’s just us. She’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes a man angry about it. My jaw ticks. My mouth goes dry. “I shouldn’t want her,” I mutter under my breath. Valerio hears. He always does. His lips twitch into a smirk. “Careful, amico,” he murmurs without turning his head. “Someone might think you’re human.”

“You summoned me? You now am no longer a servant and I'm not here to entertain you.” Mochi let out a soft growl, staying close to Emilia's heel. Seraphina’s eyes flicked down to the familiar with brief disdain before returning to Emilia. She took a step forward, and for a moment, the sun caught the glint of her irises. Emilia stilled. Her eyes… they shimmered unnaturally—golden, almost glowing. “You’re not as naïve as I thought,” Seraphina said with a cold, measured tone. “That’s good. I hate wasting my time on fools.”

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

“One per model… for now. But the scientist guaranteed he can duplicate any of them in weeks. This isn’t a laboratory, it’s a time bomb.” Sasha ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat that ran down his temple despite the freezing air in the car. “And there’s the worst part. The Seraphim model.” “Seraphim?” “A mimetic. It’s not male, not female. It’s whatever you want it to be. It molds shape, empathy, language. It’s bait… perfect bait. You look at it and forget it isn’t real. It understands you before you understand yourself. It enchants. It hypnotizes. And it connects. For real.”

I barely had time to take everything in before I spotted Emelda and immediately froze. Moon Goddess. She was incredible, Emelda was currently sparring against two fully grown Lycan warriors at the same time and winning them effortlessly. I watched her dodge a strike before spinning and knocking one warrior onto his back. The second attacked immediately and she flipped him over her shoulder so easily that it looked rehearsed. The entire room erupted into applause. Emelda grinned and then she noticed me. “Seraphina!” Her face lit up.She immediately jogged towards me, grabbed a towel, and wiped her face. “You found me. I was going to come get you after I finished my set.”

Liam barked. The woman slowly turned around. Lily froze. It was her mother. Or… someone who looked exactly like her. The resemblance was haunting same eyes, same hair, same slender frame. But Lily’s mother had died over a decade ago. “…Mom?” her voice broke. The woman looked at her with solemn eyes. “No. I’m not your mother. But I knew her.” Liam stepped forward. “Hands where I can see them.” She raised her hands slowly. “My name is Seraphina Lane. I worked with your mother. She entrusted me with something… something I buried long ago.”

EMILY'S POV "Please spare me!" Seraphina cried, collapsing to her knees in complete terror. Her voice echoed through the hallway, her hands clasped tightly together in supplication. She was trembling, her eyes wide and glassy, darting around as if expecting a blow. I stared at her in utter confusion. What was happening here? Why would she beg me of all people to spare her life? What had gotten into her? My mind raced with questions I couldn’t answer. I took a step forward, trying to piece together the chaos.

She was dangerously beautiful. Seeing his dumbfounded reaction, Grandpa and said intentionally highlighting "Now, finally I can say you're definitely Emily's daughter" Kevin frowned when he heard that familiar name 'Emily... Emily William. That beautiful goddess? She is her daughter?' Unlike the situation, Sera's mood wasn't that good... no matter what but she never likes these revealing dresses. Sera smiled when Grandpa complimented her but she smiled turned cold as hell when she looked at Kevin. "Now will you tell me, what are you planning?" she asked coldly, but unexpectedly she found him more obedient and all nice this time as he walked with a charming smile on his face.

"Who... Who sent this?" She made her way home to her place of residence as stated in the resume that states where she currently lives in. She wasn't sure who was using the mark it left behind every time Ivy kills. But she only has one thing to be sure of... She may not be the real killer, There is still something hidden in the dark that shows she is the killer because the letter 'A' is the meaning of her name. AMEIRA.