Serena Bennet 소설 & 이야기

-AMELIA- I think at least 15 minutes have passed after the unknown lady entered but she just stares at me without speaking anything. If you have a knife I would beg you to cut the tension in this room. “You are..." I asked her trying to break the silence. She gave me a smile and shook my hand saying, "Serena Taylor." Oh she is Blackwood’s girlfriend. Being with a lot of mothers and brides for the last few years I know that her smile is very fake.

"Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani." Annabelle looked sort of annoyed when her dad called her Ameera but she covered it immediately. I wondered why, Ameera is a cute name. That was when I was able to take a good look at her. To say she looked stunning would be an understatement. Unlike the other girls, she wore something simple. It was just a plain navy blue dress that reached her ankles. Her jewelry wasn't shiny and she didn't have her glasses on. Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Serena sank into a plush armchair, her body finally relaxing after the long flight. She glanced at Frederick, who sat across from her, his expression a mix of confidence and intensity. Despite the warmth of the surroundings, she felt a chill of intimidation from him, a reminder of the complexities of their relationship. After a few hours of rest and light conversation, they prepared for the gallery opening. Serena carefully selected her outfit. She chose a flowing dress that danced around her knees, paired with a denim jacket that added a touch of her bohemian style and was thick enough to protect her from the cold environment.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

She wasn't used to taking it from low-lives like her. "My place?" Serena asked as though amused before turning around and tracing her steps back to the couch. She sat down on it, adopting a regal disposition, "This is my place. Mrs. Serena Carter- the owner of Sera Enterprises, a future doctor, a loving wife of a doting husband. And who are you exactly? A flop actress, an absconded culprit. Do you see the difference?" Serena gestured between them, sounding smug. She knew Shanice's ego was her raw nerve. She can tolerate anything but a hit on her ego and today Serena was going to crush it to powder.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Bella’s fists trembled as she rose from the bench, chest heaving from exhaustion and rage alike. “I’d rather crush wolves in the arena than sit here arguing with you,” she said coldly, brushing loose strands of damp hair away from her face. Across from her, Serena Vale—daughter of Alpha Dominic and the woman who acted like she already owned Dave Stark’s throne—leaned back in her chair with a smug smile curling her lips. Bella hated how Serena’s words had crawled under her skin.

“Bennette.” I wasn’t asking to be friends. For a witch, her name was my leverage. “Fine. Let’s go parasite hunting.” The golden fire flickering around Serena’s body was blinding. Kerri stooped across from me, offering her hand. We made a triangle of power, but Kerri will not be touching Serena. The witch’s nerves are killing her. She’s vibrating with skepticism. She doesn’t know if this was gonna work. Lucky me. “Scared?” I taunted.

“She is one of us now, Rina. She leads.” “She thinks she leads,” Rina said. “But she’s just a threat. A liability. Mark my words — she’ll bring ruin. Maybe not today. But soon.” The door creaked again. This time, silence fell like ice over the room. Serena stood in the doorway, clad in dark navy slacks, a sleeveless turtleneck, and a thin blazer. Her curly hair was tied into a low bun. She held a thick file under one arm. Her eyes scanned the room — cold and sharp. Rina’s words still lingered in the air.