Hanta Sero Fanart Novels & Stories

A smile lit up Sera's face upon seeing her and she opened the door wide to let her in. "Hi, I was wondering if you would like to paint today," Hannah asked, brimming with excitement. Sera found her very adorable- the little girl she had never been. How could she say no to her? "Of course, come in," Sera side-stepped to let her in. Hannah grinned widely. "Yes!" she threw her fist in the air, earning a giggle from her. Grinning, Hannah added, "I am so happy Nate came up with this idea. I've wanted to paint so long with you."

But the moment he sees the photos of Serin’s paintings in the next slide, cold shivers instantly cover him. His hands intensely tremble. His body almost freezes. With an overwhelming shock, what he is seeing extremely flustered him. Serin’s paintings such as “Those autumn leaves and you”, “Unruffled”, “Kissing the horizon” and “Hues” are those oddly shocking scenarios that he already saw before. Not somewhere else, but in Serin's eyes. Many years already passed but Jeremy's memory could still clearly recall those flashing scenarios that he oddly saw in Serin's eyes before.

Renzo muttered, leaning back in his chair like he wanted a front-row seat to someone else’s suffering. Aurelio’s brow furrowed. “Prank war?” Sofia groaned. “God, not again—” Too late. Renzo had pulled out his phone and started flipping through their cursed family photo archive like it was FBI-level evidence. He held it up triumphantly. The photo showed two teenage boys covered in flour and white powder, black marker smeared across their faces, and a glittery banner behind them that read: We Accept Defeat But We Will Have Revenge.

Time stood still as the door opened slowly, causing perspiration to form on Hannah's forehead. She felt a heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders when her gaze landed on a confused-looking Serenity, dressed in spandex and male boxers. Whilst her left hand rested on the door, her right hand held a cigarette that has been burning for minutes. "Hey," Hannah spurred out, throwing an awkward wave. She tried to maintain contact with Serenity's confused and surprised stare, but she couldn't. Not when the blonde's tight thighs, calf muscles, well-built shoulders and arms sucked her attention. And it certainly didn't help that her toned curves were covered in tattoos the design of feminine facial

I can feel the heat of my own blood mixing with theirs, but I don’t care. I reach the main hall, and there she is—Luna Seraphine. She’s standing at the far end, her back to a massive stone fireplace. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see the recognition, the fear that flickers there for just a moment before she masks it with that cold, calculated expression. “Nero Leonetti,” she says, her voice smooth and confident, but I can hear the tremor underneath. “I was wondering when you’d finally show up.”

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.

She pulled out a folded envelope and thrust it at Serena, clumsily, like it was on fire. Serena took it. Inside: a crayon drawing. Shaky lines. A red carpet. Stick figures with stars over their heads. “I wanted to give it to Miss Sera,” the girl whispered. “But she’s busy. And I thought… maybe you’d like it too.” Something cracked in Serena’s chest. She looked back at the picture. The tallest figure had long hair and a black dress. There was a name written beneath it, in all caps: SEREANA.

More precisely, kepo. "Come on, Han. Why are you looking at the Angel of Death's room? Don't tell me you've been away from V BTS and that spicy-mouthed angel. Come on, confess!” Hana, who was still watching Dhava's Adam's Adam's apple that was up and down as he spoke, quickly turned his attention to Serena. The girl looked at him with a look asking for an explanation. Rolling her eyes lazily, Hana quickly returned to staring at her blank PC screen. There's nothing, except for her picture and also the couple—Serena and Rita—which are the background of the pc.

Seen from the cameras on top of the stairs, he looked perfectly fine and just like out of a Haunters episode: wearing black from head to toe, cargo pants, his astronaut sneakers, a hoodie under his street jacket, neat stubble, big bluish glasses showing under a baseball hat. To my surprise, he stood by the open door, waving at the people. A moment later I understood why, as smoking hot Serena got out of the car too. She was wearing a black dress so short, it looked more like a long top, and her pretty ass and her plastic boobs just about to pop up if she as much as breathed deep. “Serena.” “You know her too?” “Serena ugly.” “Shut up, even I would fuck her.” “Inside.”

“What did we do to your coffee, huh, just a little lust serum to knock that prim attitude right out of you, now stop fighting and hike that dress up, show us that slick pussy you’ve been hiding.” The admission hit me like a slap, rage flaring hot but drowned out by the serum’s fire, my hips bucking up as their hands worked higher, pinching the sensitive skin of my thighs, then zeroing in on my clit through the thin barrier of my panties, Scott’s fingers rubbing roughly, harshly, twisting the nub until I cried out, the sound raw and needy.