Serafina Novelas e Histórias

Making her way up to her bedroom, Serafina got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a cotton crop top before lying down in bed, staring out the window and allowing the sound of the waves to lull her to sleep. Halfway through the night, she awoke with a gasp, her breathing uneven and erratic, staring around her in the darkness and feeling the presence of a being in the corner of her room. Turning on the light, her heart pounded at seeing no one there. Stumbling out of the bed, Serafina made her down the stairs and towards Alessio, seeing him falling off the couch with the blanket thrown on the floor. Grabbing hold of his hand, s

That the world had tried to prevent from existing. And I was beautiful. I was terrible. I was free. "Sera." I turned to my best friend, my anchor, the girl who'd chosen to stand in the dark with me. Seraphina stood at the apex of the ritual circle. She looked like a weapon forged from starlight and prayer. Skin glowing with incandescent purity. Angelic wings fully unfurled, each feather shedding sparks of white-hot mana that hissed against damp stone. Beautiful. Terrified. Loyal.

She looked pristine in her silk emerald robe—the color of the Blackwood Pack—while I was on my knees, smelling of bleach and old shame. "He sounds… in pain," I whispered, wringing out the rag until my knuckles turned white. "He sounds annoying," Seraphina corrected, rolling her eyes. She stood up, tightening the sash of her robe. The movement released a puff of synthetic scent—Rain and Vanilla. My scent.

I know I’m right because when I left the Academy I had a stupid name aswell but I shortened it to 'Elle'; it fit me better and gave me a chance to rebel against the man who tried to own me. “No, my parents," Seraphina whispers. I almost choke on my piece of pancake. Flora starts rubbing my back as I wipe at my watery eyes and look up to see Seraphine looking down at her plate. She’s kind of cute in a young girl kind of way. The dirt has been washed off her body so I can see her milky white skin; her eyes are huge and thanks to the chocolate brown colour, they kind of remind me of chocolate, her hair is what sets her apart, though. I thought it was brown in the forest but it's actually a deep

"I want a full report. Names. Security footage. Who accessed the rigging system? And I want it quietly." "Yes, sir." I ended the call and searched for CHIHIRO's founder online. And there it was, the same woman who said she was Seraphina–Sylvain. There were just a few pictures of her, elegantly dressed. As I dug deeper, I closely observed her dressing style, her posture, anything that would give it away. My breath started getting shallow as I realized something. Her name was Seraphina Virelle. There was a picture of her where she had her left hand under the chin, her index finger had the same brown mole. I remember it very clearly from our wedding day, from the earlier days of our love making

But he was only gone three weeks. The confusion stirred something uneasy inside her. Sereal’s eyes landed on Seraphina. She walked toward her, circling slowly, like a cat inspecting a mouse. “I see you brought a guest,” she said with a slight raise of her brow. “She’s Seraphina,” Nicolas replied, “from the Blackwood pack.” “Oh,” Sereal said lightly, though she didn’t look convinced. There was no wildness in Seraphina. No rough edges. She looked completely human.

Despite her formidable reputation, Seraphina had a secret passion that few knew about—a desire that fueled her every move and decision. Seraphina was known for her striking beauty and her curves that commanded attention. Her most notable feature was her voluptuous, firm ass, a testament to her luxurious lifestyle and meticulous care. She exuded confidence and power, making her irresistible to many. Yet, beneath her strong exterior lay a woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, a hunger that only a select few could satisfy.

- Taehyung Kensington ------------- Name : Amelia Ashford ; Age : 21 With a heart as vast as the ocean and a mind as sharp as the keenest blade, Seraphina embodies the epitome of kindness, love, and unwavering strength. Her presence commands attention, not just for her striking beauty or effortless elegance, but for the sheer force of her personality—a magnetic aura that draws people in like moths to a flame. But beneath her gentle exterior lies a spirit forged in the fires of adversity, a soul as fierce as it is tender, unyielding in the face of injustice and unafraid to speak truth to power. Savage for those who were do badmouthing about her and her one and only life her father, If she hea

April 28th, 202X Today, I met Seraphina for the first time. She didn’t come roaring out with claws bared or eyes gleaming with inherited power. No—she glided down the corridor like a ghost born of spring. Her scent—gods, her scent—was something out of a baker’s dream: warm strawberries and sun-drenched cream, soft and deceptively sweet. It clung to her skin, her hair, the hem of her pale silk dress.