Novel & Cerita John And Seraphina

I whispered, crouching on the floor and peering into the corners of the molding. "Hey, what’s happening?" Seraphina asked as she turned the corner of the island, keeping a close eye on me. Since Hugo had stumbled upon her, we’d only crossed paths a few times. She was part of Cassius’s pack, and Hugo met her at one of their gatherings. Seraphina grew up in a rough situation, her dad a total mess who relied on Cassius’s pack for support. Cassius knew it would cause even more pain to Seraphina if he cut ties, so he didn’t push it. It had been a while since she’d seen her father, and it was her choice not to. Thankfully, my brother was there for her now.

"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."

But it was still a prison. And there—goddess, my heart nearly gave out—they were there. Seraphina sat near a large arched window, the pale light casting a halo around her worn figure. Her silver eyes still held that quiet fire I’d always admired. Bruises and fatigue marked her, but she remained regal, every bit the Luna she was—worn but unbroken. Near her, Deanna rose from a cushioned bench, eyes wide with disbelief and hope, while Elowen stood protectively close, as if shielding her mothers even now.

I couldn't feel the mate bond, but I figured it was due to the fact that I was yet to turn eighteen; I still had a few weeks until my birthday. “My name is Seraphina, I am Alpha's Garrick's daughter.” I quickly introduced myself, although finding the words difficult to say. Knowing I was related to that man after everything he had done to me was another torture. “Oh,” he muttered with a change of expression and then he turned away again. I guessed he was talking with his Wolf and that amazed me. As a Half-breed, I couldn't tell what that felt like. I always imagined having another voice in my head.

"Jaxon looked like he'd been hit by a localized silencing spell. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen in three years." "I saw enough of Selene's face just now to satisfy me for a lifetime," Seraphina chirped, grabbing a silver fork and piling her plate with roasted fowl. She looked at me, her blue-gold eyes bright with satisfaction. "I gave her a little angelic truth-bomb by the fountain. She's currently trying to play victim, but the audience isn't buying the tickets anymore." I offered Seraphina a small, knowing smile. "You shouldn't waste your energy on her, Sera. She's a ghost of a past life. Let her haunt the hallways if she must; she has no power over the living."

Someone asked and Liora stopped and turned. Seraphina stood at the end of the hallway, smiling but her eyes were cold. Liora didn’t even look surprised. "You followed me." She said, It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. "I wanted to talk." Seraphina said and Liora chuckled "That's unfortunate." She replied, “I have nothing to say to you” Seraphina's smile tightened, "Well I have a lot to say to you” “I don’t want to hear it, Sera. I have no interest in whatever you have to say to me” Liora responded in a motionless tone.

"Why would I trust a single word from the woman who handed my husband his microphone yesterday?" "You wouldn't." Seraphina smiled. "Which is why I'm not going to ask you to. I'm going to prove it." She studied me a moment longer — the way a card player studies a final hand — and whatever she saw seemed to settle something in her. "I went into this looking for the thread that unravels you," she said. "That's how I was raised. You find the loose end of a person, and you hold it, and they belong to you. I'm very good at it. I found yours in an afternoon." Her smile faded entirely. "And then I pulled it, expecting to watch you come apart — and instead I came apart. Because the thread wasn't your

I said. Remi looked up from the screen."You want him in the room." "I want him at a table near the back," I said. "Close enough to see everything and far enough that nobody will think he matters. Remi looked at me for a long moment, and he said, "Seraphina, are you sure about this? I walked back to the table, picked up the gala invitation, held it and looked at my own name printed across the front of it. Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am.

They both looked at each other without saying anything and then Seraphina started walking away “Sera!” Jove called and she immediately stopped He started walking to her and before she could think of what to do,he grabbe-d her and ki-ssed her right on the spot Seraphina’s eyes wide-ned Jove broke the ki-ss after a while and smiled “I got your letter” He said and Seraphina blinked “I love you too” Jove said and her heart skipped a beat “You,,love me?” She asked and Jove nodded She immediately fell into his arms,,hugging him tightly to herself.

Dressed in muted champagne silk like a serpent in daylight. “I live here now,” Chaewon said carefully. “Who gave you clearance?” “Jian did,” Seraphina replied. “We grow together, childhood friends... Closer than most.” There was a glitter in her eye that set Chaewon on edge. “I didn’t see you at the wedding.” “Oh, I was there,” Seraphina purred. “Just… behind the scenes. Making sure everything ran perfectly.” “And now you’re playing house guest?” “I’m playing many things, a friend, liaison and confidante.”