Serafina Movie Novels & Stories

" I knew that was bound to wake you up " Sera said as she walked an angry Samira towards her room , Samira got off the ground and followed her friend into her room " Are you serious or you were just trying to pull my legs ?" Samira asked Seraphina thought of her situation again and wondered if she was really crazy , she could just tell her mother to butt out of her life so why exactly did she let herself be conned into a wedding " Well I guess I really am getting married " Seraphina said with a smile as she slipped out of her clothes before collapsing tiredly onto her bed , Samira who had followed her to her room finally burst into laughter

She crossed the room with the grace of a lioness and stopped inches from Aveline. “So,” she purred, “this is what the Moon Goddess sent to test you.” Aveline didn’t stand. She looked up with the same quiet pride she wore during the Luna Trial. “You must be Serafina,” she said. “The ex.” Serafina blinked, surprised—just for a moment. “La Vipera,” she corrected. “Matteo’s former lover. Business partner. Political shield. Take your pick.” “None of them matter to me,” Aveline replied, calm.

Marco stood before a large screen displaying various photos and documents. "Elena Rossi. Appeared suddenly in the Parisian literary scene two years ago." Marco pointed to a blurry photo on the screen. "But Don… we found something else." He clicked the mouse, and a clearer photo appeared. It was a paparazzi shot taken outside a café in Paris. A young woman in sunglasses was pushing a stroller. Though her hairstyle was different and her face was thinner, that profile... My breath hitched. "Seraphina," I groaned, the name a painful whisper.

"You might be wondering, I am the Luna goddess. And I don't appreciate all your efforts to try to wipe off the werewolves, you seem to be forgetting that they are completely under my protection, you can't do as you wish and get away. From the look on Serafina's eyes, I could tell that realization just hit her and she instantly knew that she was done for. Her eyes softened and turned misty, what was left of her dry lips quivered and with her two hands which had turned flaky, she clasped them tightly around my hand with which I held her and tried to plead for her life. "I'm sorry," she gagged and let out a dry cough. "I didn't mean to get into your bad books,"

It couldn’t be Rhea. There were no jokes. No rolling sarcasm or interruptions. Serafina wasn’t reacting, she was...reporting. Following up, verifying. Using words she didn’t want repeated. The tone in her voice wasn’t panic, it was clear. I moved toward the door and pressed two fingers against the frame. Not touching the handle, just grounding myself. Not because I wanted to listen but because I wanted to understand what she was talking about. Her voice dropped for a second. I heard her mention a name — not full, just a first syllable.

Who could have imagined that while scheming against others, they themselves were being schemed against? Margaret looked at me pleadingly. “For the sake of past feelings, can’t you help Sera? “She’ll be ruined by this scoundrel!” Seraphina was weeping with regret. “You heard it yourself, Cassian. It’s all Alaric’s fault! “He tricked me! “I don’t want to be married to him!” Did they really think I would help them? Not a chance. The look on my face broke Seraphina completely. She lunged toward Isolde.

"Because I'm not a shipment you can intercept. I'm not a debt you can pay off. I'm a person who's been waiting for you to choose her for a year, and you never did. Not once." "I'm choosing now." "Now it's too late." I pushed past him and went back to bed. - The next morning, Elena appeared at the penthouse. Dante was in the shower. I answered the door. She was wearing another white dress. Her dark curls were pinned back with pearl clips. She looked like a Renaissance painting—all innocence and soft light. "Serafina," she said sweetly. "I heard about the attack. How awful. Are you recovering well?" "What do you want?"

Instead, before she could say a single word, Seraphina had completely shut her down by bringing up Dash. "Seraphina, I know what my mother did was wrong. It was unforgivable. I don't even have the right to beg you." A perfectly timed tear rolled down her cheek. She really was talented at using an Omega's natural vulnerability to her advantage. Even Seraphina had to admit that if she were Mortimer, blinded by the same prejudice he once had, she probably would've found it hard to see Vivian upset. Any movie director would cast her as the innocent heroine.

she sighed and sat on the sofa. "Marco forgot our wedding anniversary again," she said and hug her legs. But then Naera heard a moan on the other line. She was surprised. "Wait, what is... Happening?" "Oh! Sorry, I am watching a movie. You know, the one that is on TV," Yumi said with a laugh. She smiled and shakes her head. "Are you sure?" Naera asked making sure. Her friend tends to have fun with other men. "Yeah. So, you wanted me to... Mn... Punch your husband?"

All eyes turned to a weeping Seraphina who suddenly had a wet stain of wine on her dress, the red spilled over her torso like the remnants of a gruesome attack. Tears ran down her face as she turned to Alaric, whose face had turned cold. “Help, please. He tried to… he tried to assault me!” Her voice shattered the rest of the peace in this warm, sunlit morning.