Serafina Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Leon Everhart’s feelings for Seraphina Arden were markedly different from those he had for Ava. To him, Seraphina was in a league far above Ava. Seraphina’s skill in managing tasks, her ability to navigate complex situations, and the unspoken understanding they shared made her indispensable. While she appeared unassuming, her keen attention to detail and capacity to maintain control were unmatched. Even if Leon were to marry, he could easily see Seraphina as his “second.” Leon had made up his mind—he would have Seraphina.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

The girl was still a mystery… but there was no denying something ancient stirred quietly within her. “She’s the one?” Carl asked under his breath. Maika nodded slowly. “Yes. the one who capture our Alaric's heart.” As Alaric led Seraphine to the head table, Maika stepped forward with a noblewoman’s grace and offered her hand. “Seraphine,” she said, her tone smooth but genuine. “We’ve heard much about you. It’s good to finally meet the woman who brought light back to Alaric’s eyes.” Seraphine blinked, flustered, then accepted the handshake.

After saying that Seraphina again vanished in the shadows. And Dakota understood that it is one of the members of twelve with these powers. The first member that directly come into his path was Seraphina, the master of disguise and deception. She possessed the ability to physically transform into anyone, making her a formidable adversary. Dakota understood that he couldn't let his guard down, as Seraphina could appear as a friend or ally, luring him into a trap. As he cautiously made his way through the dark corridors, Dakota relied on his heightened senses to detect any signs of Seraphina's presence. He knew that he couldn't trust appearances alone and remained vigilant, ready to confront h

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.