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The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

"Rosette, you are who you are and who you want to be. Don't let anyone aside from you tell you who you are and make you doubt yourself. Be strong in your perception about yourself, Rosette. Always." I swallowed, tears clogging my throat. Was it possible to love him anymore than I already did? "I love you, Felix." "I love you too, Rosie. Now is that idiot by any chance a curly haired blond?" My mouth dropped open, how on earth did he know? "How...?" "Seems like he's the one. It's Jason Clove, he was an absolute jerk when he was still here, was your senior,and he liked you. Had a crush on you and...

"You murdered your own sister because you were afraid of what she represented. You murdered my mother because she chose a life you couldn't control. And now you're here to finish the job? You’re late, Seraphina. Twenty years too late." "Rosa was not murdered; she was pruned. She was a diseased branch on a divine tree, and you are the rot that followed," Seraphina said, her shimmering hand moving through the air like a blade. The frost on the walls surged forward, forming into jagged spears that pointed directly at Sofia’s throat. "I have watched you from the Eldergloom, hoping the filth of this city would consume you. I hoped the vampires would drain you until there was nothing left but dust

Yours — always a little too much, Seraphina

“I'll make you vanish, that power you hold is not yours to own.” Hiraizumi, Strife household Seraphine watched with a puzzled look. She had told Rogue of Ein and that he was his father, but instead of the reaction she feared Rogue would have upon hearing this, she got something that was perplexing and amusing at the same time. Both father and son shared a hug and one of them, the son balled his eyes out as he finally had the chance to see eye to eye with his father after a long time.

"But she's Damon's mother. She invited me to get to know me." Seraphina let out a short laugh. "Get to know you? Please. Rosie doesn't 'get to know' people. She tears them down. She's a professional humiliator, darling. And you, my dear, were her new project. A convenient scapegoat for Damon's continued rebellion." "I... I don't understand," Naomi admitted, feeling a chill creep up her spine as Seraphina's words painted a picture of Rosie's true intentions. "You don't need to," Seraphina said, standing up. Her voice softened slightly.

she laughed evilly. “I’ve always been his true love,” Seraphina said, smiling at me from where she sat. “I’m sorry as a friend, but this is how it was meant to be. As your best friend, I hope you can understand my plight and be happy for me” “Unbelievable… you’re a demon…” My father couldn’t take it any longer. “If I don’t have your tongue, I am not Lord Cornelius of the First Family of Pine City!” he declared, rising from his seat as the aura of an Alpha wolf descended upon Seraphina and the entire hall.

Other words blurred for a moment as I focused on the key sentence, ‘a lady gracefully cloaked in roses. Freya noticed from the window that my mood had changed. She immediately rushed to my side, her eyes filled with worry. “What is it this time? Tell me, please.” I quietly handed over the parchment to her. “Read it for yourself.” She hurriedly scanned through the letter, her eyes widening as she did so. “Crescent serpent… and then dark sigils… as if that isn’t enough, there’s also a lady cloaked in roses.” She suddenly strengthened up, her eyes shining with discovery. “He was actually referring to Lady Seraphina.”

“Tell him the rumors are none of his concern. And tell Rose that if she values her position, she will stay away from the east wing.” Matteo’s lips tightened, but he merely nodded and left. My attention returned to the screen. Seraphina was now sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed. For a moment, she looked impossibly young and defeated. The image stirred something in my chest—not pity, never pity, but a sharp, proprietary annoyance. I had not gone to such lengths to acquire a broken thing. It was time for the prize to meet her keeper. --- Seraphina Vellaro – POV