Pokemon Serena Pajamas Novels & Stories

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

Not this time. Together, our attention shifted to the two figures standing at the entrance of his cell. The first person my eyes locked onto was Serena. She stood there with a smug expression plastered across her face, though it looked like she had recently had an unpleasant encounter with someone stronger than her. The skin along her throat bore jagged scars from canine teeth marks. She was dressed in tight skinny jeans, a fitted white shirt, and a leather jacket, paired with tall leather boots. Almost identical to my own outfit. Black jeans, grey shirt, leather jacket and leather boots.

said Jaxon. "Can't wait," Serena said sarcastically. "7 pm, be ready. I'll send you a cab." Jaxon said as he hung up. Serena sighed and fell into her bed. She wasn't going to lie around and wait for a random man to decide what she did every day. She picked up the bags and brought out the two dresses inside. One was a black midi bandage dress and the other was a nude mesh mini dress. It was quite hard to pick up, but she loved the way the nude dress highlighted her hair colour.

Asher sarcastically said before his lips form a sneer. "Why are you irritated so early in the morning? Here. Wipe your sweat with it." Seraphine said before giving him a pack of tissue. Asher accepts it without a word and starts wiping his sweat. He also uses this chance to steal a few glances at Sera. She is wearing a black fitted tank top and a pair of skinny jeans that emphasize not only the sexy curve of her body but also her pinkish-white skin. Her long hair is tied in a high ponytail which makes it easier for Asher to see her evenly shaped neck.

He felt he needed at least one week's worth of sleep. Rooka smelled their combined scent before he heard her voice. Serena was wearing a knee-length navy blue sailor-collar dress and a pair of purple sneakers. Her hair was loose and she looked tired. Ever since meeting her, she and Megan never wore makeup, and looking at her eyes, Rooka could see that same thing he felt. Exhaustion.

Not hiding, not shaking, not faking bravery. Serena never fakes. She was wearing riding leathers. Her hair was pinned tight. Her hands were out where I could see them. She did not have a sword. That’s okay. Serena never needed a blade to kill you. For a second, we just looked at each other, measured and weighed each other. Serena was prettier than I remembered. She was not soft. She was not kind. She was just polished, like glass. There were no cracks. Her stance was perfect.

I tried to move, but the silver instantly sizzled, sending a sharp, searing pain through my veins. “Welcome back, little princess,” a familiar voice purred. My heart sank before I even turned. Serena. I lifted my head slowly, and there she was — dressed in black leather armor, her once-soft hazel eyes now glowing red with power and hatred. Her smile was sharp, predatory, and cruel. “Well, well… the great Luna of the Royal Pack, all chained up like a mutt.” She walked closer, her boots echoing against the cold floor. “Did you really think you could run into the arms of your precious king and live happily ever after?”

"I was not born in this Pack. I was brought here as a child, without wolf, without family. For years, I believed I had none. But that is no longer the truth." Behind me, Emma activated the projection. The screen lit up with a high-resolution scan of the Mooncut symbol, its ridges metallic and worn, edges catching the light like a weapon dulled from time. Then Serena’s portrait appeared, formal but unpolished. She wore a dark blouse and carried a medical bag in one hand. Her eyes were steady, her mouth unsmiling but not cold.

I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. "Well, this is a very interesting training technique." A loud, mocking female voice interrupted the quiet silence. North stopped moving instantly. He pulled his head back quickly and looked over his broad shoulder. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the edge of the dirt ring. Serena stood there on the green grass. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wore a fitted red training top and short black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She looked directly at us with a very clear expression of pure disgust on her face.

Damn, her life path is so different from Serena’s. “I’m here,” Irina’s voice disturbed me, sounding awkward. She stood in the doorway, hesitant. Meanwhile, I was struggling to hide my surprise at Irina’s appearance. Of all the clothes she could have worn, she chose pink pajamas with an embroidered bunny head. Serena liked those pajamas because she thought my life was too brutal. She wanted to be the cute and playful side of me to balance out my dark aura. Remembering how Serena expressed her feelings in such situations, it felt warm to me.