Pokemon Fanfiction Ash And Serena の小説・ストーリー

It was Sebastian, my boyfriend. I turned to Sebastian, my voice trembling with a mix of sadness and anger. "And you, Sebastian? Did you have a hand in this?" Sebastian looked at me coldly, his eyes void of any remorse. "Serena, this prank was just a taste of reality. I've realized that you're not the one for me. We're over." His words pierced through my heart like a dagger. I had loved Sebastian with all my heart, even though we weren't fated mates and now he was rejecting me, just like that. The pain was overwhelming, and tears streamed down my face.

I knelt down in front of her and pleaded while holding her foot. "Don't please, don't let Asher know." "Then who he is?" "He's Charles, he's my son." I cry answer. "Son, who's his father? So, it's really true that you cheated on Asher, huh Ashley?" I did not say a word. I just cried and cried because I was afraid to answer. I don't want her to know the truth. "ANSWER!" "Charles is Ashley's son. Ashley was got abused and raped by four men and Charles is the result," Nana answered so I looked at her.

Selena's POV I was asleep when I heard a tap on my leg. It was quick but the hands felt soft. I opened my eyes slowly. I gasped shivering with fear as I sat up on my bed. "No...! It can't be, Anabelle you are dead" I said fidgeting. She smiled walking few steps away from me then she turned around. "Am I really dead?" She arched her brow. "Stella told me you were dead" I said in tears.

Cassius recoiled as if she had physically struck him. Seraphiel’s jaw was a knot of pure fury, but a cruel, knowing grin slowly twisted her lips. "Still... I can't begin to imagine what a 'perfect' prince could have possibly done to earn a curse." She straightened, turning her back on us as if dismissing his very existence. "Seraphiel," Cassius pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of her scorn. "I was only a child. I swear I knew nothing of what transpired."

“It transferred during the last mark, You’re bonded and our wolves…we’re synced. You’re stronger now. I think way too stronger.” “No one told me I’d turn into a freaking ninja,” she muttered, eyes still on her foot like it was possessed. Another man stepped forward. But this time… I didn’t worry. Serena stepped in front of me, cracking her knuckles. “I’m not in the mood for guests.” He lunged, swinging his blade at her side. She caught his wrist mid-air ith her eyes glowing and snapped. The bone cracked so loud, that I almost flinched. He dropped to his knees, screaming and Serena didn’t even blink.

"My name is Serena Infirma, you can call me Serena." When I mention my surname, I notice that her eyes twitches, I see a glimmer of what looks like anger in her eyes but I must have been wrong. "Alright, but on the condition that you eat and you call me by my name too. You need to get your strength up." "I will." letting my appreciation show in my eyes for not pressing the matter. "We're friends now," She suddenly declares, brooking no room for argument or contradiction on my part. I don't know how to react, I have never had a friend before, in fact it was never an option for me at the Blood Moon Pack.

“She shall love her strength, do not fear.” Marcus nodded. “And we need to be careful that no one has their magic from afar feel.” Despite all caution, they enjoyed the summer in full. Valeria learned to swim in the pond. She helped Livia in herbal garden and Marcus Wood chips (with a small, safe bead). In the evening they told their stories – of brave lovers, of gods who were once men, and of a world, in love could be stronger than hatred. One evening when they sat on their big stone and the sunset

"Impossible. It's the strongest poison for werewolves, and it must work. No one can save her, not even a goddess. She must come with me; Serena must be mine. Impossible! There's no way she's not dead!" "Your love disgusts me and gives me goosebumps. A bastard like you can never win Serena's heart again. It was you who hurt her many times, and you threw away her feelings. And I repeat it to you clearly. She is mine!" I swung the stick again, each blow so strong that I wanted to take his life, but I wouldn't let him die quickly; I avoided all the fatal places. Asher laughed, blood pouring out of his throat disgustingly. "You have no right to judge me. We were a couple before she met you. No ma

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.