John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

And Luna recognized that this woman was the real deal, and felt her instincts status from within her—she was not to be trifled with. “Who are you,” Alec demanded, steady but cautious. The elder's eyes flicked toward him; her expression elusive. "I am Seraphina," she said, her voice silky and authoritarian. "And I'm here because I want to hang out in this place for a bit." Luna swallowed. She trying to think and be serious. "You are the one? The one they said might know how to stop the Nightborne?" Seraphina's eyes returned to Luna. "Yes. But knowledge does not come without a price."

She was wrapping her fake, manipulative hands around my Alpha. That was the height of it. "Where is she?" I demanded Rowan blinked, looking at me like I had suddenly grown a second head. "Where is who?" "Seraphina!" I shouted, taking a hard step toward him, completely abandoning any attempt to sound like his stupid Luna. "Where is my—where is Seraphina right now?!" Rowan scoffed, rolling his eyes in absolute disgust. "Are you out of your mind? She’s at the Sinclair territory, obviously! Sinclair carried her back himself. Word on the academy wire is that she went into forced labor the second they got her back”

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea

"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.

"He treated me like a servant, Seraphina. He made me look like a fool in front of that... that Northern beggar." Seraphina sighed, leaning closer. The smell of her expensive perfume was thick, blocking out the smell of the old books. "That’s exactly what she wants, honey. You saw how she looked at you, didn't you?" "She looked like she was seeing a ghost," Jaxon muttered, the memory making him feel weirdly itchy.

“I will be having a busy day. I am actually on my way to work. I can branch right away. Hope you do not mind?” “No. I do not.” “Alright. Be right there.” The line went dead. Perfect. The game had started. I lowered the phone slowly as I quickly dialled Joe. “Hi, Quinn.” “Yeah. There is a new development, and I want you to do something for me.” “What is that?” he answered enthusiastically. “Listen carefully. I just spoke with Seraphina on the phone. As we speak, she is on her way to the hotel.” “What?” he shifted.

Finally, I looked at Rowan. “Is it just me,” I said slowly, “or is Seraphina trying a little too hard to act like a Luna?” Rowan raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “I mean…” I gestured vaguely toward the door. “All of that. The way she walks. Talks. Even eat.” I frowned slightly. “It’s like she’s putting in too much effort.” Rowan leaned back in his chair. He thought for a moment. Then he shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

Sera's POV The study door clicked shut behind me. 11:47 PM. The house had gone quiet an hour ago. Jonathan's snoring drifted through the walls. Even that sounded content. I opened my laptop. The Excel icon stared back at me like an old friend. Numbers. Beautiful, honest numbers. "Alright. Let's see what we're really working with." The bank statements loaded first. Checking. Savings. Investment accounts. All joint accounts, because we were partners. Equal partners. That's what we'd said.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

Once the house was finally silent again, I turned around. Seraphina was trembling,Her eyes were filled with tears. “Hey… are you okay?” I asked gently. She laughed bitterly, wiping her tears. “How can I be okay?” she whispered. Her shoulders shook as she spoke. “Nobody wants me. Everywhere I go, people see me as either a tool… or a threat.” Her voice cracked. “Because I’m weak.” Her tears finally spilled over. “I wish the Moon Goddess would just take my life. She didn’t only make me weak… she made me useless too.”