John X 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

It was Alexandric’s turn to ask when they saw how the girl squatted to reach the teacups on the shelf at the side of the room. “I’m preparing tea for the young masters,” she mumbled with her head down. She didn’t want to offend them in any way and she would just live a quiet life in that house. “That’s not what you should be doing.” Xander’s calm voice was heard as he patted the space beside him. “Sit here, child.” Like the obedient child that she was, Seraphina walked and sat beside Alexander. Her eyes were still on the ground as she clasped her hands to prevent them from shaking.

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.”

I flipped him off, dropping onto the arm of the couch, forcing a smirk, "Shut your trap, Jax, it was nothing, just scratching an itch, don't make it a big deal." But Kael eyed me closer, that knowing look he gets, "You good, Ry? You look... off, like you just ran a marathon or something." Jaxon laughed, punching my arm, "Off? He's glowing, dude! Seraphina must've worked some magic up there. Tell us, was it fireworks? Did she scream your name like old times?" I shoved him back, chuckling sarcastically, "Fireworks? More like a quickie to shut her up, but yeah, she's happy now, probably dreaming about wedding bells that will never happen or whatever dumb shit girls do."

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

I stood there alone, letting her last words echo through me. Sorry, Seraphina. You were right. I don’t deserve you. And because I love you… I won’t bother your life again. You deserve someone better than me. … I never saw Seraphina again. Not in the streets of Rome, not in the whispers of New York. But I felt her— every time the silence stretched too long, every time I turned and hoped. I heard Seraphina and Josh got married three years later. And on top of everything else, she built an empire—one that even more powerful than her father’s.

I saw Seraphina beside me, mirroring my movements, her cry of distress echoing as she pressed her hands to her own chest. "Seraphina." I crawled toward her, even though it felt as if my chest were being cracked open and filled with acid. "Gods, it hurts!" Seraphina cried, tears pouring out her teeth. I held her hand, not knowing what to do with my own pain. The pain suddenly doubled and I screamed as I fell on my back, clutching my chest. I heard Seraphina cry from beside me. I tried to hold her but the pain consuming me was blinding.

"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."

"I was just curious." "About this?" Seraphina asked, turning the picture around. "That's my daughter, mate, and pup," Seraphina said, a sad note in her tone. Annie looked at the picture gasping she pointed at the man in it. "John," she whispered barely audible. Following her finger Sera corrected. "No, that's Blaise, my daughter's mate. They are gone—all of them." Bravery interwoven with trepidation—the blonde curls and green eyes in her memories weren't just a coincidence. John, or rather, Blaise, had been a part of Seraphina's life. Annie gathered the courage to ask, "Gone where?"

I never knew that Tang Jing was a person who couldn't suppress his anger so well, it seems that love can really overpower one's mind. Zephyrine had obviously just gotten out of bed, she was wearing her hair in a cape and a halter lace nightgown with the strap on her right shoulder still seductively half slipped off. The look was sexy, but the words coming out of her mouth weren't sexy at all, "Orion you're still a son of a bitch, is your heart set on this damn book?!" "I'm not what," Zephyrine said, still as cold as if she'd eaten gunpowder, as she flung the book in her hands back into my arms, "Keep reading you!" With that, she turned her head and headed for the bedroom.