Serafina Movie Novels & Stories

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

“It’s nothing yet.” “Please,” Fallon said, pouring coffee with a careless hand. “Nothing is just Hollywood’s word for a preemptive deal.” Serena didn’t respond. She could still see the clip of Seraphina’s breakdown replaying across every social feed she scrolled past. The carefully constructed goddess of cinema—the one who turned every close-up into myth—now looked small, human, undone. For a moment, Serena had wanted to reach through the screen and turn off the cameras for her.

On getting downstairs, I met Serafina having what seems to be a good time at the living room. Crunched up on the massive sofa in a small nightwear, her hair was packed into a messy bun and a big glasses sat at the bridge of her nose, giving her a cute but irresistible look. I didn't realize I had been staring for almost five minutes until she suddenly flashed me a smile. Like she knew I had been standing there. But why did it send chills down my spine? “Come join me.” She cheered, patting the space besides her popcorn. “I don't watch movies.” I replied coldly, finally finding my feet to the garage outside.

When the van door slammed shut, the world narrowed to breath, blood, and her. Serafina sat across from me, knees drawn together, hands still trembling faintly in her lap like her body hadn’t caught up with the fact that she was alive. Smoke smudged her hairline. There was a shallow cut near her temple. Her eyes steady, defiant, terrifyingly lifted to mine. She was here. Not on a screen. Not behind Luca’s glass smile. Not disappearing into chaos. Here. The engine roared to life. Tires screamed as we peeled away, the city swallowing the opera house behind us. Sirens faded.

Danien confessed. Mrs. Sera suddenly lost balance and nearly fell, but the doctor rushed to her aid, and that's when she noticed that he was still here. “You need to calm your mind, woman.” Doctor warned her. He didn't know who this Seraphina is to her, but he can’t have both her and his patient that was supposed to be on bed rest , running around his hospital instead of someone that left just like the young werewolf has said. “Seraphina, my baby.” Mrs. Sera cried.

He was not someone you wanted to piss off and for some reason he was. Seraphina let out a cry when one of the men restraining her jerked her arm. She was a fragile-looking thing with her fair skin and slender frame. Her black hair covered one of her beautiful indigo eyes. Anger and fear filtered through her eyes as she met eye contact with me. I had heard her calls for help through the mind-link earlier, but she needed to realize she wasn’t my priority. She should have been a good bitch and gone into the chambers with the rest of the women and children.

and "NS-5 is becoming the most outstanding creation of our academy." Serafina's logs were filled with nothing but cold, algorithmic schemes, detailing from the moment she stepped into the Moretti household to how she had exploited Mamma's desire for a "perfect daughter"—one who never made a scene, never argued, and never spoke out of turn in front of Papa's business associates.

"Her name is Seraphina Rossi. She is the illegitimate daughter of Harold Rossi and Clarissa Fairchild. Her mother was a mistress, a fact the Rossi family has used to bury them both. Clarissa is currently in a terminal coma at St. Jude’s; she’s scheduled to be evicted within the next forty-eight hours due to unpaid bills." Czar’s fingers flexed on the desk, his jaw tightening. "Seraphina is twenty-six," Silas continued. "She’s a rookie actress, but our data suggests Harold Rossi has personally blacklisted her from every major studio in the tri-state area. She’s been living in a tenement in the East District with two roommates." Silas hesitated, his thumb hovering over the tablet screen. "Spea

I turn from him to find that Seraphina is gone, I don't bother trying to find her because there is only a couple of places she could be. I put the movie on and sit on the sofa and wait, its not long before Leo joins me with a "Sorry Alpha!" and a little while later Seraphina comes back out with wet hair and a new set of clothes on. She sits on the other sofa as far away from us as she can, we sit and watch movies for the rest of the day. SERAPHINA POV

Seraphina caught sight of Serena in the mirror's reflection and turned to face her directly. "You're here. Glad you made it cause I must admit, I wasn't sure you'd accept my invitation," Seraphina said as the staff adjusted the corset of the beautiful dress she was trying on. Serena's expression was sharp as she responded, "What's this all about?" With a subtle wave of her hand, Seraphina signalled for the staff to step away, allowing for a more private conversation. She then walked over to a plush chair and settled into it, motioning for Serena to join her. Serena reluctantly took a seat across from her.