John And Seraphina Novels & Stories

The moment we left, I watched young and old women flock toward Romano as though nothing had happened. His reputation as a charming Casanova truly knew no bounds. They didn't even care that they were attending a funeral. "That two-faced bastard!" Seraphina hissed the moment we were out of earshot, jerking her hand from mine. "How can he act like that on a day like this?" I sighed quietly. Looking at her properly, I realized how exhausted she appeared. Compared to the last time I'd seen her, she looked as though she'd aged ten years overnight.

I still remembered Lysara running toward me that day, her hands trembling, fear written all over her face as she begged for help. That was when I promised to protect her. The same way I protected Amelia, my younger sister. Unfortunately, not everything goes according to plan. Our closeness was constantly misunderstood, feeding rumors that should never have existed in the first place. Then I met Seraphina. She was graceful, intelligent, dignified. The middle daughter of House Vermont. I didn't want another man to claim her before I could, so I proposed. Our marriage was a happy one. A few times, she asked about the rumors surrounding Lysara and me. Each time, I reassured her there was nothing

I never knew that Tang Jing was a person who couldn't suppress his anger so well, it seems that love can really overpower one's mind. Zephyrine had obviously just gotten out of bed, she was wearing her hair in a cape and a halter lace nightgown with the strap on her right shoulder still seductively half slipped off. The look was sexy, but the words coming out of her mouth weren't sexy at all, "Orion you're still a son of a bitch, is your heart set on this damn book?!" "I'm not what," Zephyrine said, still as cold as if she'd eaten gunpowder, as she flung the book in her hands back into my arms, "Keep reading you!" With that, she turned her head and headed for the bedroom.

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.

Judas, on the other hand, appeared completely unhinged. His bloodshot eyes flicked over me before darting to Alexei and Rara. The air between the two men crackled with tension. "Seraphina," Alexei's deep voice startled me and I jumped. His dark eyes swept over me briefly, but they held none of the madness I saw in Judas's pale gaze. "I hope you're adjusting well." I nodded quickly, unsure what to say. My attention kept slipping back to Judas, who had yet to take his eyes off me. His existence was suffocating.

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.

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,

“I don't have any regrets, husband.” Well, fuck me, she didn't just say that. “Come here.” I lowered my lips to her chest and was just about to reveal her cleavage when— “Mr. Luca, I've got news on da—” “Oh fuck!” Seraphina screamed and pulled the covers over her body, quickly buttoning the leftover ones she hadn't attended to. “Shit!” Jaxon cursed and immediately slammed the doors shut. I inhaled sharply.

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.