M Y Serenity Novels & Stories

Miranda says. "Goodnight, Mom," Sebastian says before he ends the call. Sebastian lets out another sigh before walking to his bed and lies down. He starts to remember what happened two days ago, when he puts his plan in action with some help from his men. At first he only thought about doing what he was told to do, yet somehow his heart feels odly heavy tonight. The image of Rachel's expression from today starts surfacing in his head as he tries to not remember it. He couldn't lie to himself that he felt sort of guilty deep inside.

Serenity on the other hand had the disgusted look on her face but she was too emotional and in shock to blast Carolyn. She's Nolan's cousin too, and Ser," she turned to Serenity. "This is Nolan's sweetie". At that moment, Serenity's eyes went to her as she slowly surveyed the woman in front of her. Her eyes were spine-chilling and had Carolyn wondering how she should dissipate into thin air and never show her face in front of this mansion again.

"My name is not Saint. Remove yourself from my mate's presence. You are to be terminated." My mate stepped forward, her hand raised. Attention diverted, I lowered my head once more. I watched as she moved forward far enough to place her hand on the end of my snout. "What's your name?" she asked softly. The melody of her voice lulled me, soothed the edge of my fire. "Tennotith," I said, my eyelids closing under the petting of her hand. "Nice to meet you, Tenny. Is my friend Saint in there with you?"

Sienna was what you would call beautiful before calling pretty. She had this natural loveliness to her that could entrap anyone. Her braided dark long hair only added to the gorgeousness of her light brown skin. She had soft brown eyes and long legs. She had the curves in all the right places which made her even more desiring. It was mid noon when she got a text from the twin Alphas about their assignments, FM 312 to state ten facts and ten myths supported with references and MBE 318 on the detailed structure of the twelve headed hydra. She was overjoyed when the text said they had completed the complex drawing. She had made a deal with them to share her FM 312 assignment with them in exchan

I'd walked into heaven. The atmosphere gripped me by the lapels and tugged me in, telling me this was where I belonged. The walls, the surfaces, the ceilings were allwhite. The art on the walls and the sparse furniture were, contrastingly, bright colors. A neon green, serpentine sofa sat dominantly in the middle of the room. Colors. A mixture of really bright colors everywhere. Yeppers, I was in my zone.

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.

I mused. There was a long pause between us which only allowed the soft 90’s music Granny Carys was playing on her recorder to add a gloomy vibe to the atmosphere. “I hope you find peace soon, Serenity. I'll pray for you. Let Calista be at peace and be happy as Serenity forever. I hope you can understand this soon,” Her grandmother, as if she could read all the words in my mind, said.

Serenity explained. "Sandra Cooper is such a b*tch!" Lisa exclaimed, "Should I ask Terry to arrange a job for Clara?" "Let me talk to Sandra Cooper and Wilson Birch first. If it doesn't work out, we'll do as you say," Serenity replied. After they finished discussing Clara's problem, Lisa looked Serenity over and said, "By the way, you look gorgeous today! Your outfit is simply stunning!" Serenity's long hair was styled in an up-do with a few strands hanging down her cheeks, accentuating her delicate makeup. She looked elegant and had a dream-like vibe.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

Because I am Marissa—Haileys friend, her battle sister, her unwavering partner since the earliest days when we only possessed fire, rage and twin daggers fastened to our legs. No way was I going to allow this slick-tongued viper to creep any nearer to Ryan especially since she was three inches away, from practically dribbling on his neck. "Are you okay Serenia?" I asked with false affection grinning broadly my cheek muscles throbbed. ". Would you prefer a seat since Ryan’s arm appears to be the sole support holding you up?" She stared at me eyes, with innocence. "Pardon?" Ah she intended to act naive. Adorable.