Novelas y relatos de Serena Bennet

Sera beamed. "You know that I will never do that to you unless an emergency happens." "Of course. I am just glad to see you again." Sera said while continuously patting Benette's head. "Stop it. You are making me look like a kid." Benette replied with a frown although he made no effort to remove Sera's hand. Sera's eyes curved into a pair of small crescents seeing her cousin is acting the same when they were still kids. Benette Meleur is her cousin in mother's family side. Benette's dad and Sera's mom are siblings.

That was what she was about to figure out. The first file she opened up held an old photograph of the lady in question. She was posed in an upper class styled dress, her hands folded on her lap. Her face was beautifully round and the way her long, dark curls fell around it gave her a natural kind of beauty. Despite the photograph being black and white, Charlotte could tell by the shade of gray of her eyes in the picture that Lady Bennett must've had blue eyes. Whoever she was, she was beautiful. "Lady Serina Bennett… born in October 1772 and died November 1796..." Charlotte read out loud to herself. "She was only twenty four when she died? That's so young."

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

Serena. The woman clenched the pictures tightly in her hand, her nails digging into the glossy surface. Her voice was sharp and laced with bitterness. “Who is she?” The investigator leaned forward slightly. “Her name is Serena. Serena Winthrop. She’s the mother of the child.” He paused, then added with emphasis, “And she’s also the CEO of Rocky’s Designs, the furniture company.” The woman scoffed, a humorless chuckle escaping her lips. “You’re telling me Nathan left me—an international supermodel, adored by millions—to be with a… a CEO of some furniture company?” Her voice dripped with disbelief and mockery.

“You make it sound noble.” He shrugged. “I know what it looks like when a woman decides she won’t be cornered.” Benita looked down at her phone again. The video was still open in another tab. She didn’t press play this time. She didn’t have to. Instead, she pulled up a contact. One she hadn’t used in a long time. Serena Ibe. Former senior legal counsel for the Ministry. Now independent. Now quiet. “What are you doing?” Kent asked. Benita tapped the call button. “I’m getting ahead of it.”

As I settled onto Dana's wolf form, the rumors and speculations about my inability to shift into a wolf were quickly drowned out by the undeniable presence of Dana, with a confidence that seemed almost second nature, addressed the crowd. "I am Dana Serpentine, the only daughter and heir to house Serpentine. and today, I stand as the maid of honor for Mellisa, the soon-to-be bride of Killian Anderson." Her eyes glanced to the person who had just voiced - Henrietta. “It is my promise and honor to send my good friend and a fine woman, Mellisa Lane, down this aisle to her husband. Anyone who is brave enough to stand in my way shall greet me in the holy fire of this slope. Where I give them pro

"But I'm afraid there's something else I need to discuss with you. My other daughter, Serena, has just returned home, and she needs a driver. Would you be willing to take on that role?" Aaron, his heart pounding with excitement, his mind racing, his body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and a sense of triumph, nodded enthusiastically, his gaze fixed on Hilaire, his expression conveying a sense of eagerness. He had known that this opportunity would present itself, had anticipated it, had prepared for it. He had a feeling that Serena was going to be a valuable asset to his plan. He had a feeling that she was going to be the key to bringing Hilaire Clinton down.

She stopped right in front of them, and she smiled first at Adrian, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Adrian,” she said softly, her voice sweet and melodious. “It is so good to see you again. You look just as handsome as I remembered.” She then turned her gaze to Zara, looking her up and down slowly, assessing her from head to toe, and then she extended her hand with a polite but cold smile. “And you must be Zara. I am Serena. It is a pleasure to meet you finally. Adrian has told me so much about you, of course.”

At the back, a second door stood partially concealed behind shelving. Open. The voices were clearer now. Emily moved closer until she could see through the narrow gap. Twelve chairs formed a circle. Twelve figures sat. Serena stood in the center. Not seated. Standing. Her blonde hair was loose tonight. She wore a long dark dress that touched the floor. She did not look like a socialite. She looked like a leader. Billy sat two chairs to her left. His posture was straight. His expression empty. Richard sat directly across from Serena.