Seraphina Unordinary Novels & Stories

Seraphina slowly turned toward the window. Warm sunlight fell across her face. She raised a trembling hand and touched her cheek. Warm. Alive. She wasn't covered in blood. The air wasn't poisoned. There were no monsters outside. Only students walking across campus, laughing without a care in the world. They had no idea. None of them knew what was coming. Tears blurred her vision. "I..." She looked at the date again. Then at her phone. Then back at the whiteboard. A shaky laugh escaped her lips.

Then, in that same quiet, almost-whisper voice, she said, “Seraphina.” Gage and I both went still. “Seraphina,” I repeated. I had no idea what to expect, but this was definitely not it. “Is that what you want?” She nodded once, shy but determined now. “It’s the name of a character in my favorite book. She’s brave and she has magic in her eyes and… nobody ever calls her weird.” The words wrapped around my heart and squeezed. I couldn’t help it, a soft, warm laugh slipped out of me. Gage’s low chuckle joined mine a second later.

"You allowed him to wrap his arms around what belongs to me. You need to be reminded of your place, little wolf." With one violent, practiced motion, Seraphina reached down and ripped the charcoal dress straight down the center. The fabric tore open with a loud, definitive sound, exposing my lace bra. She unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, leaving my heavy breasts bare to the cool air of the room. Then, she grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down my legs, leaving me completely, shamelessly naked, my thighs forced wide apart by the dark steel bar. I was entirely exposed, weeping softly from a mix of intense arousal and fear.

I said. “Well, what if we have a game just for the finals?” Seraphina asked me. This morning, her long black hair is in a high ponytail, making her eyes shine even in the sun. She sat beside me, a note in her hand and questions in her eyes, eagerly giving me insights and being more awake than half her teammates. Her short black skirt exposed her thighs, and I glanced at them, remembering the last time I put my head between them. Her soft skin, her voice when she has a wild orgasm.

"Clara, that's blasphemy!" "It's only a story," Clara defended, grinning. "Besides, didn't you feel it? The way the air changed when he entered? Like even God was listening." "You're impossible," Agnes muttered, though her lips twitched as if hiding a smile. Laughter bubbled up again, bright and dangerous, like children caught playing at the edge of a cliff. From her cot, Seraphine lay utterly still. Her rosary twisted tight in her hand, beads digging into her palm. She kept her gaze on the ceiling, refusing to be drawn in. But their voices crawled through her ears, tugging at the corners of her restraint.

One of the maids that had been avoiding Orion's gaze was about to say something but Seraphina arrived in the middle of their conversation, walking slowly with her bag tightly strapped on her shoulder. “What is going on?” She asked with a sense of confusion, slowly moving her eyes from one of the maids to the other, but due to fear they all took their eyes down, except for the maid who was on the armband, and Seraphina just smiled before moving it to Orion. *Are we celebrating something here?” “I had no idea you do go out everyday,” Orion arched an eyebrow, placing a hand on the closest couch. “Umm…were you going to tell me?”

Seraphina said while waving, and she smiled as Devon left and entered his car. Seraphina is experiencing something unusual at the moment. It seems she wants to hide in embarrassment due to her actions. She is aware that she has just agreed to let Devon court her, and she is genuinely feeling excited about it. She never imagined that this is what the nuns at the orphanage had meant. Someday, she would encounter a man who would want her, even if it is just the first time they meet. It seems they were right. It is only the first time she has laid eyes on Devon, she cannot help but feel attracted to him. This attraction is not solely due to his good looks, but also because of the assistance he p

Seraphina stirred on the bed feeling uncomfortable and cold , she opened her eyes slowly taking a look around while trying to collect her thoughts and remember where she was , she tried running a hand through her hair but was met with a bun and she suddenly released why she was so uncomfortable , she had fallen asleep with her hair in a bun and her jewelrues on . she stood uo from the bed and walked towards the floor length mirror looking and her neckline and noticing the hickies that Jason had left on her , a small smile broke out on her lips as she took off her dress and jewelries while trying to forcing her mind to stop thinking of jason .

She practically glowed. It warmed my heart to see her look at me like she felt free for the first time in who knows how long. My lips curved into a smile, loving her comfort, urging her to keep telling me about herself. There was so much I didn't know, and I wanted to know everything about Seraphina. "I'm not human. I'm a sorceress and this ring binds my powers," she finally said, eyes glimmering again. And again, I was struck dumb by how fucking beautiful she was. I reached out to touch her hand, stroked around the ring, and felt a soft thrum of power. So soft I could have imagined it, but by the way Sera sighed, I knew I didn't.

“I know enough about the human girl, Seraphina. I know her friends and I know how to find her weakness and how to infiltrate her group.” He finally looks at me again, eyes telling me that he’s actually considering it, though he remains severely doubtful. So I sell it. “Her most recent obsession is a book, one she took from The Obsidian Library, under the forbidden section of the Astria demons.” I blurt out. His features turn shocked and slowly morph into amusement before a slow smile forms on his lips. His interest finally piqued. He settles on the sofa, reclaiming his calm countenance once more.