John And Seraphina Novels & Stories

"We just finally jumped." He pulled me into a hug, his head resting on my shoulder. We stood there in the center of the villa—a house that was no longer a corporate retreat or a high-security bunker. It was just a house. "If there is no Thorne name, and no billion-dollar merger... who are we, Seraphina?" he asked. "If I’m not the man in the skyscraper, and you aren't the bride on the contract... who is left?" I looked toward the stairs, thinking about the two cribs waiting in the sage-colored room. I thought about the lavender in the dirt and the names Luca and Sienna.

she said, “were never meant to stand beside him.” Then she turned and walked away. Leaving Seraphina alone in the rain. Two weeks later, Seraphina sat in a small clinic, staring at the white walls. Her hands rested on her lap. Still shaking. The doctor smiled gently. “Miss Vale,” she said. “You’re about six weeks pregnant.” The words didn’t register at first. “Pregnant?” Seraphina repeated. “Yes.” The room spun. Cassian’s child. The man who had destroyed her.

Stephanie didn't like it one bit, she kept inhaling and exhaling loudly, biting her fingers and sighing until Sera was done. “So let me get this straight, he's cheating but if you didn't notice the subtle changes, the text and picture…you wouldn't know?” Steph asked “Precisely,” Sera nodded. “So what are you going to do now?” “I'm going to look into her and find out who she is” she planted her hands on her face “maybe after work, because I have a very important meeting for 9” “You should probably get dressed…” “I should” Seraphina said as she stood up slowly. Steph did the same. “Thank you for stopping by, you're the best” she said into Steph's ear as she hugged her tightly. She walked her t

“You can’t keep running from this. You’re drowning, Selena… it may not be so obvious at the moment, but surely, you’re sinking bit-by-bit.” Selena’s sharp inhale echoes in the room, but before she can respond, there is a creak by the door of the inn. Both young ladies turn, and the world seems to hold its breath—a ripple in the atmosphere that precedes something momentous. The door swings open. Seraphina steps into the inn with an air that is both eclectic and regal. Her presence is effulgent, radiating a raw, dangerous power that none of her family members—neither Valentine nor Chloe, not even Dr. Percy—could ever hope to match. Seraphina embodies something far more ancient, more primal. Sh

“I saw a woman slapped and humiliated.” “No,” I corrected. “You saw a woman who realized she is losing.” Giovanni leaned forward, chains clanking. “And that helps us how?” I shifted against the wall, ignoring the pain that flared through my side. Pain was temporary. Insight was forever. “Seraphina is not weak,” I said. “She is desperate. And desperate people are dangerous.” “She is still Luna,” Giovanni snapped. “She reminded us of that quite clearly.” “And that,” I said softly, “is exactly why she will destroy herself.”

Dean Carter’s strings might have been invisible now, but Bella could feel them tightening again one by one. And this time, the puppeteer wasn’t behind bars. Across town, Seraphina sat in a candlelit apartment, the phone pressed to her ear. “It’s done,” she said. “She has the journal.” A man’s voice answered, low and deliberate. “Good. Now we watch.”

“Jeremy.’ the girl who almost looked like me ran across the sand in her dirtied gown. Jeremy looked at the girl with a smile. “Seraphina. What are you doing here? I thought you were playing in the garden.’ “Yes, I was.’ The girl named Seraphina replied in a sweet tone and stretched her hands with a bouquet. “Look what I got for Seraphim.’ “Wow. It looks nice.’ Jeremy uttered and wiped off dirt from his shoes. “You think so?’ she beamed with excitement. “Yes, I do.’ Jeremy agreed with a giggle. Seraphina nodded. “Where is Seraphim?’ “He is on the balcony at the palace.’ Jeremy replied. “Ok.’ She ran towards the staircase in the palace. “Be careful and don’t fall down.’ Jeremy yelled after her

One of the maids that had been avoiding Orion's gaze was about to say something but Seraphina arrived in the middle of their conversation, walking slowly with her bag tightly strapped on her shoulder. “What is going on?” She asked with a sense of confusion, slowly moving her eyes from one of the maids to the other, but due to fear they all took their eyes down, except for the maid who was on the armband, and Seraphina just smiled before moving it to Orion. *Are we celebrating something here?” “I had no idea you do go out everyday,” Orion arched an eyebrow, placing a hand on the closest couch. “Umm…were you going to tell me?”

Lucia glanced at Seraphina. Seraphina looked straight ahead. She followed her mother through the side door into the cool dim corridor and kept her face pleasant and her breathing even and the rosary back against her sternum and every single thought she was having completely invisible to the woman walking ahead of her. Inside her chest, nothing was quiet. Giovanni appeared from the direction of the sacristy before they reached the counselling room, moving with the timing of a man who had watched them coming from across the nave and positioned himself accordingly.

Adriana said. “I don’t think we do.” Adriana stepped forward. “He’ll destroy you.” “I’m not afraid of him.” “You should be afraid of me.” That made Seraphina pause. She looked at the other woman, really looked. And for the first time, she didn’t see a rival. She saw a ghost. A woman made of fragments. A soldier in heels and lipstick, standing on the battlefield of her own love story, still waiting for a war that ended years ago.