Novelas y relatos de John And Seraphina

I smiled at them, gesturing toward the marriage certificate Alaric still held. “They already registered their marriage, so how is this a joke? “Sorry, gotta go. My wedding is starting too.” Harold and Margaret’s faces burned with humiliation. “Sera! Explain yourself! What is going on here?” Seraphina turned pale, unable to speak. So I spoke for her. “She said she once promised to give herself to Alaric, so she had to marry him first. “Before the wedding, they even shared the bridal chamber several times. “I’m a romantic. How could I break up true love? So I had to let them be together.”

Isolde’s voice trembled with suppressed fury as she whirled toward the guards at the door. The captain of the security team turned pale and stammered, “No… no one… we’ve been guarding outside the whole time. We only saw Mr. Thayer Ashford enter…” “She was here when I went in!” I said, my voice shaking, my chest tightening. “She was behaving—said she’d wait here until I finished…” Seraphina had grown up in my care. To me, she was like my own daughter. Thayer was despicable, but Seraphina was innocent.

I watched the scene outside. ~ It was already late when Julian returned home. I was in the kitchen preparing tea. I had not seen Seraphina leave. She must have left while I was taking a shower. Julian enters with a wearied expression, with his toe unloosed. He saw me and halted. "Where is Seraphina?" he asked. He must like her. She was the first thing he uttered. "She left," I said. "A few hours ago." He nodded, got up, went to the cabinet, and retrieved a glass. He reached for the whiskey again.

Ragnar Hours passed. Night had already swallowed the sky by the time I finally stood from my desk. The packhouse had grown quiet. Most wolves were asleep. I walked slowly down the hall toward my chambers. When I pushed the door open, Seraphina was still there. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Still wearing the ceremonial gown. The crown rested on the table beside her. She hadn’t moved. Her posture was straight, but she looked exhausted. For a moment, I looked away. Then I forced myself to step closer. I stopped in front of her. “We need to talk.”

It felt strange, which never happened. Both men and women that were caught stress passing didn't cross my feet without going six feet. Sera did. She pleaded my pardon and I need to her advice. The drums were beaten. Every attention was called. “I have always waited for this night. I patiently waited. I ticked the calendar day by day.” She whispered in my ears. I nodded in agreement with her. No chemistry spark or attraction. Cyrene's eyes shrunk, she squinted her eyes at me, then turned to look at Seraphine. She shot an evil look at her.

Seraphina pov I couldn’t breathe, my chest was tightening and yet I could still hear their mocking voices. My back pressed against the cold wall as their voices drifted through the half-open door, each word slicing deeper than the last. The ultrasound report lay at my feet, but I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up. Not when my entire marriage was being torn apart in real time. Selena’s mocking laugh cut through the air. “Poor Seraphina. Always fluttering around you like a desperate little moth. Did you see the way she lights up whenever you give her the tiniest bit of attention? It’s actually pathetic.”

Little did Seraphina know she had become someone else’s object of jealousy. Seraphina, young and oblivious, never considered how women in love view any female who comes close to their man—whether it’s a mosquito or a pig. If you happen to share space with him daily, you’re instantly labeled a threat. Seraphina was only a bit overweight and ordinary-looking, not even outright unattractive. She was single, which, in this case, was a crime in itself. Mid-dinner, Seraphina sneezed several times in a row. She covered her mouth, laughing, “Must be some petty soul cursing me again. Eh, I’ll be the bigger person.” She popped a meatball into her mouth and chewed slowly.

“Sorry for joking with you. I thought keeping the good news in suspense would cheer you up. And guess what…it did. All you have to do is resume here tomorrow morning, remember my office.” “Thanks a lot again,” I thanked him with a sly smile on my face. “I don’t know how to repay this favor. What can I do for you, sir?” “All you have to do is give me that beautiful name of yours,” he said, stroking his chin pervasively. “It’s Seraph Hampton.” I answered. The name of the girl who was going to become your nemesis. Just as I thought I had escaped further interrogation,he asked me a question that felt like he knew something.