John And Seraphina Novels & Stories

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.

Instead, she just stared, as though trying to match the idea in her mind with the woman standing in front of her. Jodie crouched slowly so she was at eye level. “I know it’s confusing,” she said softly. “I know I wasn’t here when I should have been.” Seraphina’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Jodie hesitated, then opened her arms slightly, not forcing, just offering. For a while, nothing happened. Then slowly, hesitantly, Seraphina took one small step forward and finally, she leaned into Jodie. Jodie exhaled shakily and wrapped her arms around her immediately, holding her as though afraid she might disappear if she let go.

" I rubbed my face in frustration. “How does Archer manage this with his mate?” “With difficulty, according to Archer,” Callista grinned. “But he learned. And you will learn too. Just... maybe start by not carrying Sera's folder?” I couldn't help but laugh. “Okay, okay. Point taken.” An hour later, Seraphina finished with her patients and left the clinic. She looked tired but satisfied with her work. “Ready to go home?” I asked, immediately standing up and going to her side. “Very ready,” she smiled, then noticed Callista. “Callista? What are you doing here?”

Caleb, newly engaged and suddenly brave, stood smugly behind her. ​"My Lord Alpha," Seraphina began, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "I am Seraphina. I just want to offer my deepest pity on your... unfortunate circumstances. To be so brave, so strong, and now confined to that chair..." She reached out as if to touch his arm. ​It was the perfect move of a social climber: offering pity to win favor. She expected him to be grateful. ​Ronan didn't move. He didn’t even look at her.

"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.

Endless. Silent. And then— Seraphina appeared. Not physically. But as a projection within the system. Standing across from Elena. Alone. No distractions. No noise. Just the two of them. Seraphina smiled faintly. “Much better.” Elena stood still. “You isolated her.” Seraphina nodded. “Yes.” Elena’s eyes hardened. “Why?” Seraphina stepped forward slowly. “Because the others were irrelevant.” Elena didn’t move. “And me?”

She steps closer to Lyra, and in doing so, deliberately bumps into me. Hard enough that I stumble a step back, but it is not obvious. I steady myself, my wine sloshing dangerously in the glass. She doesn’t even glance at me. “I’ve been meaning to speak with you,” Seraphina continues, her voice honey-sweet. “There are so many changes coming soon. I’ll be needing guidance.” Lyra raises a brow politely. “Changes, huh?” Seraphina smiles in a very slow, calculated way. “My marriage,” she says lightly. “To Gillian, It’s practically finalized.”

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

A sickening crack came from there, enough to tell me that she was dead. “Kaden Caelthorn. I was hoping to reduce our audience but it seems the girl still has a lot to learn,” Seraphina said, stepping fully into the light of the Moon. She was completely naked save for a small scrap of red clothing that hung loosely off her arms. When Seraphina looked at me, anger flooded my veins. This was not family resemblance. She was wearing my mate’s face.

His jaw tightened. He looked back at me. I did not know his face. I had never seen this man before in my life. But I hated his guts immediately. He straightened the cuff of his jacket, looked at me and said… "Hello, Seraphina. Been a long, long time.”