Novel & Cerita Father Seraphim Rose Books

Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride. A phantom In tailored suits. A shadow that crushed his rivals before they could breathe. Some called him a top mogul. Others, a mafia lord. But everyone agreed on one thing—he was untouchable. And now—that man was to be my husband. Except this wasn’t him. The man before me was only his assistant, a messenger of doom wearing an emotionless mask. The devil himself waited elsewhere. I turned desperately to my mother. My voice cracked, raw from the rising panic.

His voice boomed with authority, but Aurelia saw the flicker of fear he tried to hide — fear for her. Queen Rosalind rushed to Aurelia’s side, eyes shimmering with disbelief. “My child… the Moon has blessed you greatly. More than I ever dreamed.” Aurelia only wished she could tell them the truth — that blessing came with screams and ashes and a death she could still feel. --- Seraphine stood just behind their parents — sweat beading along her brow. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She wasn’t celebrating. She was calculating. Rafael’s fury.

“And make sure they never forget it.” At the rear of the line, Eveline waited with her battle robes already fastened, a cold glint in her eyes. “They’ll call this madness.” “Let them,” Seraphina said. “I’ve been called worse.” That night, beneath a sky swollen with red stars, Seraphina stood alone in the temple ruins. The broken stones around her echoed with the memory of power, of blood, of prophecy. She placed her hand on the cold altar and whispered: “Mother, I’m not afraid anymore.”

His dirty locks of curls rested on his forehead. One word; Perfection. “You’re drooling, Rose.” He nudged me, breaking my trance. I absentmindedly rubbed my palm over my lips. “Hush Grey, let me stare.” I hissed. I heard him laugh, his face held amusement. “Careful there, lady.” I waved my hand infront of his, dismissing him. As if sensing my stare, Professor Serafino looked up from his phone and starred right back in my orbs.

In that case, he is not the one to blame for everything that is happening, if not the father he recognizes as the one who created his other personality. I also asked his teacher what books he often reads. So he took me to their library where he often borrows books. The librarian there showed the list of books that Allen had borrowed from them. So I found out one by one the books he had read and I was surprised when I discovered that the books he was reading were about a father who mistreats his son and some books about crime, how to kill someone that no one else knows.

All these thoughts start to swarm my brain , creating a small ache just above my eyes. “Rosemary…” my father says , making me shift my attention to him instead of my pounding heart which I assume he hears as well. “Relax…” is all he says to me before he chuckles. He holds my hand , and gives it a little squeeze before the door in front of us is opened. Instantly , every one turns their head towards me making me want to shrink back and disappear. However , my breath is kicked out of me when I see Xavier at the alter – his hair slickly combed back , while his muscles fight to escape the royal robes he wears. Our eyes lock onto each other , and every thing else seems to fade away. The hundreds

Seraphina said, squeezing Damien's hand before letting go. "I'll come with you," Damien offered softly. Seraphina shook her head. "I need to do this alone, Damien. Thank you, though." Damien gave her a reassuring look. "I'll be here when you get back." With a deep breath, Seraphina walked down the familiar hallway to the study. She paused at the door, her heart pounding. She pushed it open and stepped inside, the sight of her father's lifeless body on the bed hitting her like a wave.

When I turn, our eyes lock. The air between us grows thick, my pulse racing. “You have a lot of Alpha Seraphina’s works… How?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. He steps closer, his expression unreadable. “My father made me purchase them. I guess he was a fan. But he’s dead now, so I can’t just burn them.” He reaches out and gently takes the book from my hands, sliding it back onto the shelf. The casual motion stings more than it should. For one brief, stupid moment, I had actually thought he might be the one who valued them.

And something darker that pressed against the air itself. Seraphine's gaze flicked up instinctively before she forced it down to the crucifix above the altar. Her grip on the rosary tightened until the beads bit into her palm. Mother Superior rose from the first pew, her back straight, veil trailing as she turned. "You arrive without notice," she said, voice calm but edged. A murmur answered. A man's voice—deep, low, smooth. Too smooth. His words were lost in the vaulted ceiling, but the tone carried. Commanding.

The second Seraphine walked away from Ezra, the room changed again. The space around her was no longer quiet. She was instantly swarmed by the city’s richest and most important people.These were the same people who had avoided her for years. They were the ones who had looked away after her father died, treating her like the poor, sad charity case who lost everything.