Pokemon Serena Pajamas Novels & Stories

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.

Serenity’s POV I wrapped myself in my white fluffy towel, enjoying the soft feel of it against my skin. I took a second to look in the mirror at my long, pure white and silver hair, white eyelashes and eyebrows... this damn brand on my head. I turn to inspect my back out of habit and am stunned for a second. ‘What's up?’ Star asks in my mind. ‘My back... the scars... they're... gone...’ I say completely dumfounded.

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.

Fog crept over the field, blurring my vision tightening my chest with every passing minute. Then, “I didn’t lose,” Nicholas snarled. “I didn’t!” Silence followed. A whole team against one and he still failed. Relief and terror collided violently inside me. “The girl is mine.” I turned sharply. The stranger removed his helmet, sweat darkening his hair, his chest rising with controlled breaths. His gaze found me instantly unwavering. Nicholas exploded. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I didn’t think. I moved.

The hospital released me yesterday, declaring that my leg is better but it still hasn’t completely healed. Despite the pain, I straighten my posture, willing myself to project an air of strength. I have donned a white formal pantsuit, the crisp fabric clinging to my curves. My hair is tied in a bun and I accessorize my outfit with small pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. The dress manages to hide the bandage peeking out from beneath my pants. Serena, thankfully, remains quite within me. She’s too tired to talk. The fight has taken a toll on her. Especially because of the powers she showed at that time. I won’t lie. The exhaustion is getting to me too. But I can’t rest right now.

She gives me a knowing look before holding her hand up, “later, you will tell me later. Now come, we will arrive at the pack today. We need to get you ready. Especially because you happen to look like you were having some fun.” A blush creeps up my face and I hang my head, eliciting a tinkling laughter from Serena. She pulls out an outfit different from the other two. “We thought it was time to make you look more like yourself and take some inspiration from Luna Cyn’s book.” It’s a pastel pink dress, it looks like it will come to my mid calf length and is satin. The skirt has a layer of soft tulle and the bodice was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. The shoes were white block heels, a s