John And Seraphina Novels & Stories

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

She had her arms wrapped tight around her waist, looking tiny against the massive backdrop of the city. ​"It's done, Sera," I said quietly, my voice raspy from disuse. ​She didn't turn around immediately. She just watched her reflection in the dark glass. "Everything, Harper?" ​"Everything," I replied, coming to stand beside her. "Seraphina Vance doesn't exist anywhere on earth. You are Seraphina Sterling. Unreachable. Untraceable." ​Slowly, she turned her head to look at me. Her dark eyes were completely clear, stripped of the terror and despair I’d watched consume her for three long years. In their place was something cold, smooth, and terrifyingly sharp.

I looked out toward the dark line of the trees where the mist was thickest, where the enemy waited and watched and planned. “It is strong,” I said. “It is old. It is terrible. But it has never met us. It has never met two people who already lost everything and found it again. It has never met a love that survived rejection and war and death itself.” Seraphina lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes glowing with that soft silver light that was part of her very soul. “No,” she said. “It never has. And it never will be ready for what we are.”

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.

Seraphina. Of course. "Well," she purred, eyes sliding over Isla with a smirk. "Aren’t you .... quaint." Isla stood slowly, every movement guarded. "You are?" "Oh, darling. Surely you know me. Unless Ares really has tucked me that far out of sight. Seraphina Vaughn. His ex. The real one." The word "real" stabbed deeper than Isla expected. "He’s not home," she said, keeping her voice even. Seraphina’s smile turned sharp. "Obviously. He wouldn’t let me near his new investment otherwise."

I asked. Seraphina looked up at me. “He was my childhood friend and my junior at the Academy.” “Was?” “I stopped speaking to most people after I married you.” The words should have reassured me. Instead, they made something heavy settle inside my chest. I had known that Seraphina built her life around our marriage. I had never considered what she had removed from that life to do it. The music slowed. Her body moved against mine, and our scents mixed between us.

Alessia's chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes flicking between the two figures who stood beside her hospital bed. Seraphina's gaze burned with authority, a strange mixture of sisterly warmth and venomous secrecy. Lorenzo, quiet and brooding, lingered behind her like a shadow. A man with a face so familiar yet wrapped in a fog Alessia couldn't pierce. Her voice came out broken, trembling. "Who… who are you?" Seraphina stepped forward, her smile soft yet calculated. "I am Seraphina. Your elder sister. Blood of your blood. And Lorenzo…" she turned with a theatrical sweep of her hand, "is the man who stood by you when the world betrayed you.

And most importantly, I have the belief that we are meant to be together. No obstacle can stand in the way of destiny. On my last night in the hospital, I stood at the window, looking at the city lights, thinking about the future. Somewhere out there, Seraphina might be planning her wedding with the man she believes loves her. She might be happy, convinced she has escaped a “controlling” relationship and found something better. Let her think that. For now. Soon, she would understand that some bonds were stronger than choice, stronger than preference, stronger than any temporary attraction she felt toward another man.

"Clara, that's blasphemy!" "It's only a story," Clara defended, grinning. "Besides, didn't you feel it? The way the air changed when he entered? Like even God was listening." "You're impossible," Agnes muttered, though her lips twitched as if hiding a smile. Laughter bubbled up again, bright and dangerous, like children caught playing at the edge of a cliff. From her cot, Seraphine lay utterly still. Her rosary twisted tight in her hand, beads digging into her palm. She kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to be drawn in. But their voices crawled through her ears, tugging at the corners of her restraint.