God Serena Novels & Stories

I snapped a picture with my phone and grabbed her hand again. "I'm just going to take some measurements". Latisha turned to me, tears rolling down her face now. "What happened to us?" "What do you mean?" I chuckled. "I'm pregnant and you're actually in a relationship with a Russian god." "You know I was thinking the same thing the other day." I laughed. "When are you at work?" "Thursday". She just nodded. "What?" "I think you should get out." "Why?" "Right that's all done ladies. Take your time getting up Latisha, I'll put your maternity notes at the front desk and they'll book your next scan, your photos are in there too."

"Mother." The deep, thunderous baritone cut through the room like a guillotine blade. Serena gasped, jumping slightly as the ambient temperature plummeted. Zayden stood in the open doorway. He had discarded his heavy trench coat, wearing a crisp black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His raven-black hair was damp, and his dark eyes burned with an icy, warning tension that made the hairs on Serena’s arms stand up. Seraphina slowly pulled her hand back from Serena, straightening her spine with regal composure.

he said, and walked them to the garden Serena saw the old man sitting by the pool with glass of expensive wine, with a young woman by his side whose identity she could not point out, she was an epitome of beauty, slim, with her jet black hair tied in a bun, she looked elegant and classy in that white sundress, the man had grey hair, handsome, much like Alex. Alex went over letting Serena sit on the vacant chair placed across his father, he looked at the old man and nod, " father I would like you to meet my girlfriend Serena Connie", he introduced her to them, " serena meet my father Josh Salazar and his wife Pearl" "Nice to meet you both" Serena said with a wide smile, extending her hand to

Ava also attempted to cook with Christie, which was a disaster at first; however, they managed to prepare a somewhat tasty meal that day. Meanwhile, across the city, Serena sat in her darkened apartment. The blinds were drawn, and the only light came from her laptop screen. She clicked through messages until she found what she had been waiting for: a contact who specialized in removing obstacles. She hesitated only a moment before typing. I have a target. I want it gone. Can you do it? Seconds later, a reply popped up. Yes. Give me details. Serena’s lips curved into a thin, satisfied smile. She typed back, careful, precise.

He snorted “A seer huh? When we’ve just been attacked? Right.” Serena eyed the covered bodies on the floor “I’m sorry for your loss and I see why you don’t trust me, but this is urgent. This attack is just the beginning. You need to let me see her” “You expect me to believe that?” I stepped forward. “You walk into my land with knowledge about the attacks no one else knows about and want to see my mate? That’s not going to happen” “I told you I am a seer from the goddess” Serena explained calmly, not bothered by my harsh words “Everything is tied to her. You need to let me relay my message”

] [But if this is true, maybe Gautier wasn’t so innocent after all? Seizing the momentum, Serena made her move. She released the surveillance footage from the day Gautier Entertainment had come to sign with Wes. Her post went out on T*****r, where she’d already built an army of followers after weeks of sparring with Ruiz Star Entertainment. Now she wasn’t just defending herself—she was taking the fight straight to Gautier. Her words were sharp and clear, laced with restrained fury:

Serena protested. "Look, someone's coming for you." Kiran glanced toward the rearview mirror. Serena turned to look and saw a Maybach sports car following them, driven by Joshua Carter, the man who had tried to play the hero. "Aren't you jealous?" Serena asked haughtily. "Get a hundred billion from him," Kiran suggested. "Oh my! Are you telling me to trick him or sell myself?" Serena exclaimed. "Just don't sell yourself," Kiran emphasized. "You..." Serena giggled, casting a coy glance at Kiran, "Do you have feelings for me?"

They were masters, the ones that made the old ways, and they were cruel to defiance. Serena was a storm, relentless and determined, her hands bursting with energy. She could sense their gazes coming down on her but didn’t flinch. She had crossed hell and had no choice but to keep moving forward now. The world was coming apart, and she was the one tearing it.

" This is most absurd thing I've ever heard. I can't believe I'm listening to you." Serena smiled, her chin raised. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke the next words. " I know you're attracted to me, you deny it but it's there. I plan to use it to my advantage." " What if it doesn't work?" Gerald found himself asking. " Then, it'll be my loss. But I don't plan on giving up until I've at least, tried." Taking a step back, Serena bowed. " That's all I wanted to say. Good night." She glanced at him one last time before turning to leave, leaving Gerald stunned for the second time today.

Serena said, her tone airy and polite, like I’d wandered into her private garden rather than a public campaign site. She stood in heels no human should wear on gravel, dressed in an immaculate beige two-piece that made my cotton shirt feel like a dish rag. Her sunglasses were oversized, bone-white, and opaque. Behind her, an assistant held a parasol at just the right angle to shield her from the sun without casting a shadow on her cheekbones. “Serena,” I greeted, keeping my voice even. She tilted her head slightly. “How brave of you to show up.” “Why wouldn’t I?”