Seraphina Unordinary Novels & Stories

"I’m here. I’m safe. Everything is being taken care of by... a friend." She sat by the bed, pouring her heart out for the next sixty minutes. She spoke about her auditions and the mountain air, carefully omitting the parts about the marriage contract and the man who currently owned her signature. For that one hour, Seraphina wasn't a "miracle" or a specimen; she was just a daughter waiting for a miracle of her own. The Mordrake Gala: The Obsidian Throne

Seraphina exclaimed, her voice filled with righteous indignation. "Do you know who I am? I'm Seraphina Sinclair, and I have every right to see him whenever I please!" Mace had made it clear that he was not to be disturbed, a fact that his loyal staff was well aware of. But Seraphina had never been one to bow to authority, especially when it came to her beloved uncle. His secretary, Lorraine, a poised and composed woman who had weathered many storms in her role, tried to reason with the fiery teenager.

Persephone winked “Guys I wrote the letter already” Seraphina confessed and Persephone g@sped She couldn’t bring herself to confess to Jove so she wrote him a letter “I hope it gets to him,,I didn’t add my name though,,but since I wrote it,,I feel so happy” Seraohina smiled “I can’t wait to get out of this place,honestly” Persephone said “In a month girl,in a month we will be free” Seraphina said

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

Silence settled again, thick and heavy. “I met Aiden when we were children,” Seraphina continued, her gaze drifting somewhere Serena couldn’t follow. “We weren’t supposed to become… anything. But we did. It was almost funny in its simplicity. Two kids who found each other in a world that had already written their stories for them.” Serena listened without interrupting, her wrists still bound to the chair, the zip ties digging faintly into her skin with every small movement. “We were inconvenient,” Seraphina said.

Ava’s voice broke the silence gently. Seraphina opened her eyes and glanced at her lady-in-waiting. Ava stood a few steps away, hands clasped neatly before her, dressed in soft blue gown. "Too plain," Seraphina thought suddenly. “You’re distracted,” Seraphina said. Ava inclined her head. “I was thinking the same of you.” Seraphina reached for the teacup but did not drink. “Tell me,” she said quietly, “did you notice anything unusual last night?”

She will become the kind of strong that makes entire packs bow without asking. But she must break first. Prophecies don’t awaken inside comfort. They awaken in agony, fear, and fire. Seraphina’s journey is not about becoming powerful. It’s about becoming her true self the part everyone has been terrified of since the moment she was born. Is Sera’s Ex dead? Think about it…Sera made a hole in his body… do you think he can survive that? He actually deserves it. If you’re reading this story please drop comments, reviews and stories to encourage the author. I need feedback to keep pushing. It’s not easy to write a story….Thanks.

he said, his voice low and guarded. ******** Elsewhere, far from Luca and Alessia's world, In the world of Seraphina, Seraphina lay on her bed, her body wracked with a strange and painful illness. The maids who attended to her were visibly shaken, their faces pale as they wiped her fevered brow and changed the sheets that seemed to become soaked with a cold sweat every few hours. Seraphina's body trembled uncontrollably, her limbs convulsing as if some unseen force had taken hold of her.

Sera's POV Three times this week, my eight year old had very unusually called me Sera instead of Mommy. Each of those times, Vivienne was in the room, smiling that patient smile that irritated me so much. She is really becoming irritating to me, I must do something about her presence around my son and husband. Let me focus on work for now…

He bowed and went to fetch scrolls. Seraphina chose a table near a window where the light was strong. She unpinned her veil and let it hang behind her neck. Silver glinted through the weave. She kept her head low. No one here would expect a lady to hide a strange color of hair. They would assume it was the light. She opened her right hand under the table. The mark glowed once and dimmed. No pain. Only a steady presence, like the second beat of a quiet drum.