John X Seraphina Novels & Stories

- 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

the man that she will be spending the rest of her life with was mated to a servant. This time she hears with the men as they continue to talk. “No one knows,’’ The voice dragged on, standing in the shadows. “No one knows that the servant is the rightful mate to Alpha Weston Pierce.’’ Silence accosted the vicinity, we knelt there, staring into the mere darkness. Seraphina, seemingly shocked, stared back at me. “Di..Did y…” Her words trailed into incomplete sentences. Her face flashed with horror as her eyes met mine. My eyes, something I've never been able to lie with.

******** That afternoon, I'm helping Knox in the garage when Seraphina appears again. "Sorry to interrupt." She smiles at Knox. "But Jolie, could I talk to you for a moment? Privately?" Knox looks at me, clearly reluctant to leave us alone. I nod that it's okay. Once he's gone, Seraphina's expression shifts, she is less sympathetic, more calculating. "I want to be honest with you." She crosses her arms. "Woman to woman." "About what?" I stay by the workbench, keeping distance between us.

“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

His best friend, known as Seraphina, possessed an ancient knowledge of the supernatural world and had always been a reliable source of guidance. As Mr. Haven made his way through the bustling streets, his mind filled with questions and anticipation, he couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant energy of the city around him. Seraphina resided in a grand mansion nestled in the heart of a secluded enclave, a sanctuary where vampires and humans coexisted harmoniously. The mansion stood as a testament to the enduring bond between Mr. Haven and Seraphina, forged over centuries of unwavering friendship.

From holding the monster back, but standing in the ancient ruins, with Sarah trembling beside him and the priest's palm glowing against her chest, he realized control was an illusion. Sarah's breath hitched as the priest whispered a name she had buried deep: “Seraphina.” “She was the first to break the vow,” the priest said, his voice as brittle as bone. “And you, Sarah, carry her defiance in your blood.” John’s fingers tightened around hers as the vision crashed into both of them. white flames, chanting in a language older than time, a temple splitting in two beneath a crimson moon. Sarah’s knees buckled. John caught her before she hit the stone.

Since then, he left New York City and the only time was when he came to Sophia’s funeral and he ignored me. And now, he was here on the day I was released from Jail. I took a step back, folding my hands behind me. “How can I help you?” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t need your help but you need mine” Confusion swirled through my mind. “What are you talking about?” “I have an offer for you” “What offer?” My breathing hitched when Rowan took a step forward, almost closing the space between us, and the smile on his face died. “Marry me, Seraphina”

"You’re getting wet. You should go home. Or did you lose that in the margin calls this afternoon, too?" "We need to talk," I hissed, leaning over the rope. "The donor report. The Vance Group. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you play the role of a pathetic orphan for three years?" Seraphina leaned in closer, the scent of jasmine and something dangerously sharp hitting my senses. "I didn't play a role, Xander. I lived a life. I wanted to see if the man I saved was worth the sacrifice. I wanted to know if you loved me, or if you just loved having someone to look down on."

"Now, shall we go find my future husband?" We found Jaxon in the campus coffee shop, sitting alone at a corner table. He looked up when we approached, and I had to admit he was even more handsome than his photos. Tall, muscular, with those striking green eyes. Yes, he would do very nicely. "Jaxon," his father said. "I'd like you to meet Princess Seraphina Blackwood." Jaxon stood slowly, his expression guarded. "Princess." "Please, call me Sera," I said, extending my hand. When he took it, I let the contact linger longer than necessary. "I've heard so much about you."

he asked, his voice steady but tinged with challenge. Seraphina met his gaze, one brow arching ever so slightly, and took another slow sip, as if weighing whether to answer directly or let the silence work for her. Seraphina set her cup down with deliberate grace, the porcelain making a soft tap against the saucer. “My youngest son,” she repeated, her voice lowering as though the words themselves were distasteful, “is falling in love with his maid. And not just simple feelings…” Her eyes sharpened. “A crazy one.”