John And Seraphina Novels & Stories

Her head spun. Standing over her, Juan stared at the mutilated body of the would-be client, a dangerous Alpha that she’d killed with her bare hands. His insides had spilled from his body, throat ripped open, and eyes wide in eternal shock. Juan didn’t look horrified. He looked impressed. He crouched beside her, his eyes gleaming with new curiosity. Then, his hand slid beneath the edge of her dress. Seraphina’s blurred vision focused just in time to see the moment his fingers brushed against her chest and he grabbed her round breasts from the binding of her chest.

“You said you wanted proof, right? That’s it. Everything you need to bring him down.” Ivan’s smile didn’t falter, but there was something darker lurking beneath it now. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And what about you, Seraphina? What are you going to do once Judas is gone? Run? Hide?” “I don’t care,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. “Judas deserves hell.”

However, Althea noticed the faint tension in her shoulders. The hesitation. The memory. “We knew each other.” Seraphina said in a low voice. Enzo immediately looked delighted. “Oh this is absolutely dramatic.” Sebastian smacked him lightly in the arm without looking away from Seraphina. Dominic however looked confused. “Knew each other how?” He asked. “How? When? Papa knows him?!” Seraphina remained silent for several seconds longer. “He was my lover.” She revealed. The room went completely still. Enzo nearly choked.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here." Seraphina stepped forward, a slow, cruel smirk spreading across her red-painted lips. She didn't move away from Julian; she moved closer, her silk sleeve brushing against his arm. And then, the wind shifted. The scent hit me like a physical blow; it was the perfume. The exact same jasmine and metallic floral notes had been on Julian’s skin last night. It wasn't Katia. It was her, again. "Oh, the little wife," Seraphina purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "How lovely to see you out of the house. Julian was just telling me how quiet the estate has been lately."

TRISTAN “Have you seen the news?” I lifted my eyes from the document on my screen when Seraphina stormed into my study. She looked… shaken. “What news?” I asked, as she fidgeted around with her phone. There was something wild in her eyes that I couldn’t exactly make out and her voice was trembling as she spoke. She didn’t answer immediately, as I watched as she crossed the room in quick strides and shoved her phone toward me. “Look.” She demanded,

Sitting there for a few moments, I whip out my phone, trying to get away from distracting thoughts of a certain grey-eyed girl, and amidst the scrolling, the sound of a rolling bottle rises and catches my attention. I lift my head just then, and I’m a bit taken aback by the sight that meets my eyes. Seraphina is standing at the edge of the curtains, gripping onto it with one hand. Stripped down to just her panties, her fingers hooked in them. And I trail a dark gaze up her belly button, past her lace bra, to her face, to see she has a glint of amusement—and mischief in her droopy eyes. “I see it in your eyes, you know,” she murmurs, smirking, “how much you want this.” She nods downwards, and

I stood there alone, letting her last words echo through me. Sorry, Seraphina. You were right. I don’t deserve you. And because I love you… I won’t bother your life again. You deserve someone better than me. … I never saw Seraphina again. Not in the streets of Rome, not in the whispers of New York. But I felt her— every time the silence stretched too long, every time I turned and hoped. I heard Seraphina and Josh got married three years later. And on top of everything else, she built an empire—one that even more powerful than her father’s.

"We don’t have time for this. We’re already struggling with the war against Jennifer. If there’s something dark lurking out there, then we should shut it down, can you handle that?” She scoffed, but didn't reply. I swallowed hard, noticing her expressions changing. I forced a smirk. "If it comes for me, I’ll fight it." Seraphina looked at me for a long moment, her gray eyes unreadable. She inhaled deeply. "I like the confidence, but I don't think that would get you far,” she smiled and turned to go but stopped mid way. “I worked for Jennifer for almost ten years before I met Dorian,” she revealed.