Seras Victoria Novels & Stories

Is it because he is the real of Barra? Half an hour ago, Serena had been staring at herself in the mirror. Her hands deftly make hair braids with a French braids style. It looks neat and also elegant because it shows a long neck. A milky white dress with a length above the knee already wrapped her beautiful body. Not forgetting the pastel-colored 7-centimeter high pump heels that have adorned the feet of A Serena. Her tapering hands sprayed orange blossom-scented perfume as the final touch for this afternoon's appearance.

Xavier: “All your vitals are normal. And your body is strong. With you carrying an Alpha’s baby, some other women might have more difficulties. But you seem safe of them.” Dr. Leah said, looking at Valerie. “You are eight weeks pregnant. You are still due a long way, but you and your baby are healthy.”

She is holding a flute of champagne in her hands while looking at the lawn underneath which has bright red roses blooming near the perimeter. "Serene Rivera, you are something else" Serene heard Vivian's voice taunting from behind her. Vivian made it a point to stress the 'Rivera' name, as if to alienate Serene from the rest of them. But Serene smiled at Vivian's efforts. "Is it? I used to believe that I am just a normal human like the rest of you" she countered sarcastically. She didn't turn around to face Vivian though. Vivian huffed and stood beside Serene while facing the Rivera Princess.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Sera’s POV “I’d love to officially introduce myself. My name is Sera Voss.” My voice didn’t waver. “Princess of the Voss pack. Official heir to the throne. And as of tonight—” I glanced at Dorian beside me, “—the fiancée of the Continental Alpha. I grinned at the look of horror on Eli and Mira’s face. I felt the shift in the room even before anyone said a word.

The look of someone who had decided how this was going to go. The pale haired woman stopped ten feet from the bottom of the steps. "Victor Blackwood," she said warmly. As though this were a social call. As though she had been looking forward to it. "Thank you for the invitation. My name is Sera Veyran." A small smile. "I believe you already know why we're here." "I know why you think you're here," Victor said. His voice was even and carrying the full weight of an Alpha on his own land. "Whether you're correct about that remains to be seen."

, Dawn replied, pointing to the windchime hanging over the window opposite the bed. “Sure”, Lena agreed. Dawn grinned, watching her hopped up from the bed to unhook the item, the metal cylinders jangling at they moved. She brought it over and laid it down on the duvet. Lena then sat down opposite her friend and they linked hands over the windchime. “I call upon the spirits and the magic of nature. Aqua, terra, ignis et aer”, she began.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.