Serena And Blair Novels & Stories

She launched into me, and we ended up both on the hot asphalt. “Is that a yes?” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her. “I should change my name to Colton Danger when we get married.” A single tear fell down from her eye. She bit her lip and nodded. “I’d love to be your wife, Colton Danger.” The moment the word wife came out from her lips, I captured them and kissed her with all my wildly beating heart. “Glad that I threatened you that night. I love you, Blue Iris.” *** The End

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

But I don't dare, and I'm afraid that if even a tiny mistake happens, it could make me regret it for the rest of my life. "Serena, sorry," I muttered. My heart ached as if someone had punched a hole in it, and the wind blew through it, causing it to sting my brain. There was a noise in Serena's camp; I backed away and hid under a rock. Serena wore a long white dress, her lengthy hair falling on both sides of her chest. She was barefoot and looked up at the sky to see the moon. Her quiet, sad eyes made my heart ache. I felt her pain and my helplessness.

She had envisioned herself sweeping him off his feet with her irresistible charm, only to have the illusions of marital bliss brutally shattered. Since the inception of their engagement, Serena had harbored a deep-seated desire to consummate her relationship with Alex. Her confidante and best friend, Diana, however, consistently cautioned against it. She insisted that Serena's untouched innocence was a trump card that could compel Alex into publicly acknowledging their love affair and confront the fury of her father head-on. Following Diana's advice, Serena refrained from pressing for intimacy with Alex. Yet she wasn't a statue carved out of stone; she was a woman brimming with desires and y

"What happened? Marvy? What are you- Cassandra? What the hell--- oh, f*ck! I certainly am not dreaming that I saw Blair just before I passed out. And... Hi, Pryce! Cool! Everybody's here. What the shit is going on, everybody? Where is my wife? Oh. Nice." It's Andrea, sitting up on the couch while babbling some stuff, and she can't believe what she sees before her. The typical reaction of people who have met us after we got out from our graves. "Hi, Drea! Looking alive. Are you feeling okay now? Sorry that I freaked you out. And yes, it's me... Blair, the gayest fairy. It's nice seeing you again." I greeted her with my usual cheeky and happy smile, and she closed her eyes while chuckling and

Serena leaned against the seat of the cab, staring out the window as the city blurred past her. The morning sun was bright, casting golden rays over the streets of Arizona. But inside, she felt anything but warm. Her thoughts swirled with everything that had happened last night. Bianca. Nathan. The ball. The fact that she had almost been humiliated beyond repair. She clenched her fists in her lap. How could she have been so blind? She had trusted Bianca, considered her a friend, and yet, Bianca had been plotting against her all this time.

Liam, who's a son of a proverbial chef, turned 22 in this very day where popular personalities, camera crews, and handful of guards in black suits skirt the compounds perimeter. My focus zoomed in in Liam's sizzling body. "Why do I feel like we're in a different world?" said Blake. "The king of the sea wants to see you Serena sitting on his throne," teased Ashton. "Better get myself drunk enough to be able to do a catwalk than loaf around in front of the upper-crust crowd," I said.

Then, the applause started—a slow build that turned into a standing ovation. Serena stood, her legs trembling slightly. She looked at Haris, who was clapping with a proud, crooked smile. She looked at Clarisa, who was imitating the adults, her small hands making a soft patting sound. This was it. The pinnacle. However, the euphoria was short-lived. During the after-party in the velvet-draped lounge of the cinema, Serena found herself momentarily alone near the champagne tower. Haris had been pulled away by a French distributor interested in European rights.

****** LIAM’S POV — NIGHTFALL Serena lay sprawled across the chaise, a glass of red wine in hand, flipping through old photos of Laura with cold amusement. “She’s beautiful, even when she’s terrified,” she said. “She’s stubborn,” I muttered, pacing the room. Serena tilted her head. I turned toward her. “We threaten her again,” she said, rising to her feet. “But this time, we hit harder.” “She won’t break,” I said. “Not unless we take something she still loves.” She smirked. "kill her father, bomb Richard... ruin them all!" "Easy there, that would be a nice death."

Varric said Serena came forward, smiling happily, then another female I usually see her in the training grounds, she looked very beautiful with short black hair. Then another female who looked just like serena, both beautiful but with a rotting heart. She was among the females who bullied me in the kitchens. “Introduce yourselves,” Varric said “I am Matilda blue moon and I am contesting against Aria for the hand of the Alpha king” the warrior said I gulped “I am Serena Hale, contesting for the Hand of the Alpha king” she said