Selena Story Novels & Stories

“That makes no sense.” “It makes perfect sense,” Selena replied casually. “Besides, I never intended to become a Luna. I'd die of boredom if I had to live in the palace and work non-stop my whole life. You know who I am, Gamma. I’m a career woman who enjoys travelling and relaxing. Becoming a Luna is not my life's goal.” At last, Una nodded in understanding. “All right.” 'Then,” Selena continued, lifting her teacup again, “what else was discussed?”

She quietly gathered up the clothes Selena had worn and carried them to the communal washroom to clean them. Late at night, beneath the pale glow of the moonlight, Thalia moved in silence. She was exhausted, but ever since Selena had fallen ill, she no longer had the right to be tired. Years ago, Selena had fallen victim to a romance scam. Patrick's entire fortune had been swindled away. The man had even tried to drag Thalia down with him. Selena had fought with everything she had to stop him, suffering several knife wounds from that scumbag, but she never let go of Thalia.

Selena felt the same way, her body felt weak knowing that her close friend was was carrying a child from a man she didn't even know. "Contact that man now! He must take responsibility for his actions towards you. He took your virginity as he pleased, but abandoned you with his child like this," said Selena, who had been urging Karina to contact the man who had slept with her. Karina lowered her head, feeling guilty. Especially since she had already lied to Selena. "Tell us where the man is now, Karina." Zayn requested. Karina's shoulders shook, and she suddenly burst into tears. Selena immediately hugged her to comfort her, but Karina's crying didn't stop, it even grew louder.

She wanted them to have many kids together. “Don’t cry, Celia, There are other ways.” “What way?” Celia quickly asked. Selena then leaned down and whispered into Celia’s ear again. Celia’s cheeks flushed and by the time Selena was done talking, Celia’s cheeks were blood red. “Miss Selena, you’re a martial artist, right?” Celia suddenly asked. Selena was stunned. She knew that her words would push Celia to think of some things as it was unavoidable.

The news did not just come out slowly. It burst out. Before Selena even got out of the car that morning the whole world was already talking about her life filling every headline and rumor with guesses. Phones buzzed nonstop. Screens flashed all over town. In less than an hour, her name didn’t belong to her anymore—it became the story. Dr. Selena Hart. Co-founder. Wife. Unstable. And suddenly— Divorcing Marcus Kingsley. She stood outside the building cold air biting her skin but the anxiety in her chest would not go away. This was not just being angry or feeling betrayed. It felt like standing in a stadium all alone under bright lights with no place to hide.

Elara asked when age noticed her mothers sad smile. ​"Now that we're all behind closed doors," Selena began, her voice dropping to a quiet, measured tone, "there is a conversation we need to have. One that I've put off for too long. Elara, Riven... when you came to my house for the first time, and I spoke to you about your father, my mates history, and death, I gave you the pieces you needed to understand who you were at the time. But I didn't tell you the whole truth. I kept a major part of it back to protect you, and you too, Riven" ​Riven’s eyes narrowed, his grip on Elara’s hand tightening. "What didn't you tell us, Selena? You know how much I hate secrets."

*Selena* Arena and I were no longer on speaking terms. I refused to acknowledge her since she had sided with the High Priestess, willingly accepting the Lunar Realm as our destiny. She was adamant about staying to save the world and its people, a decision she made without my consent. The thought of her selflessness infuriated me—I didn’t care about saving the world if it meant being separated from my mate and my family. Yet, Arena remained resolute, convinced it was her destiny to be the savior of the Lunar Realm and, ultimately, the universe.

“These are pictures of him and his new Luna and they all had a massive coronation to top it all up, so if I were you I'd look for another way to survive. Plus, she's now the mother of your kids.” I trembled, my chest tightening. My arms shook as I tried to keep my composure. I swallowed hard, trying to silence the terror rising in me, trying to tell myself it was a lie, but the evidence Selena held was overwhelming. “You see, no one is coming for you,” she continued, circling me like a snake. “The only thing your future holds is serving Liam. And you’d better enjoy it, because if you don’t…” She smiled, a cruel, twisting thing. “…you won’t survive.”

Selena burst into tears. "I’m just a young woman who’s never even been in a relationship! How do you expect me to get married after this?" "Cut the act," Maya snapped. "I’ll ask you one last time—where is he?" "I don’t know who you’re talking about! I’ve never seen the person you’re looking for!" Selena turned to Suzy with pleading eyes. "I know you don’t believe me, but I swear on my life—if I’m lying and I’ve hidden the person you’re looking for, may I never have a peaceful life!"

--- A Few Days Later Selena received a call from someone unexpected—a woman named Santi, a former accessory designer who had worked on Evelyn’s social project two years ago. “I know who Evelyn really is,” the voice on the line said. “She once promised me a long-term collaboration, but the moment the cameras stopped rolling... she cut all ties. She never even paid me for my work.” Selena gave a faint smile. “Can you tell me more?” --- At a Small Studio Selena met Santi in a modest studio filled with beads and fragments of handmade jewelry. There, Santi showed her the evidence: emails, voice messages, and canceled payment confirmations.