Novelas y relatos de Serena Bennet

she asked as she took her seat, and I started giving her the gist in bits, but I noticed she looked distracted while sizing me up. “What's going on? Why are you looking at me that way?” I asked, sipping the drink I had in front of me. “I don't know, but can you tell me why the wife of Tristan Brooke, one of the leading CEOs in the country, looks this gaunt? I swear, if that man is doing something shady to you, I will kill him…” she was saying, but I interrupted her. “Serena came back!” “Bloody hell!”

I say, though I couldn't tell you why she's right beyond trusting my mother's judgment implicitly at this point. “You're hopeless at this,” Torn offers, unhelpfully. “I'm aware.” I mutter. The planner, a sharp, efficient woman named Delphine who's apparently coordinated three generations of Ashborn pack ceremonies, is halfway through explaining seating arrangements for the council when the door opens without a knock and Serena slips inside, arms wrapped around herself, looking smaller and more fragile than I've ever seen her look in two years of engagement. "I'm sorry to interrupt," she says, voice thin, unsteady. "Could I have a word? Alone?"

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 Harlway 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

Raffaele turned slightly, gesturing to the woman stepping out of the second SUV. Serena Bellini was not just any woman. She was an apex predator wrapped in silk and diamonds, her platinum-blonde hair pinned into a sleek twist, her sharp mouth painted red. Her heels clicked like bullets on the cobblestones as she approached, a leather briefcase in one hand, sunglasses hiding eyes Bianca knew would be as cold as the Alps she came from. “Matteo Romano,” Serena said with a smile that didn’t reach her face. “I hear your reign is slipping. I thought I’d come to watch the fall myself.”

The silence stretched. "Who is she?" Brianna asked finally. My heart stopped. "What?" "Don't. I'm not stupid. You don't disappear to Miami for no reason. You don't blow up your campaign over something trivial. So who is she?" I could lie. Could make something up. Could protect her from the truth and myself from the fallout. But I was so tired of lies. "Her name is Serena. She used to work at Knight Enterprises. And she's pregnant." The silence this time was different. Heavier.

When the assistant left, Clara took a breath and closed her eyes briefly. She thought of the hospital room. The lilies. The quiet threats dressed as generosity. She thought of Adrian—standing on the edge of choice, torn between instinct and courage. And she thought of Serena. Not as an enemy. But as a warning. Serena watched from the front row. Perfect posture. Perfect composure. She had dressed in deep blue tonight—trustworthy. Established. Unthreatened. Everything was going according to design. Or so she thought. Clara stepped onto the stage without introduction.

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

That was probably why Celine was barely around Hayden now. “Wow. Mrs. York became your love guru?” “What’s so surprising about it? We have a tight relationship in the family. Serenity is part of the family now that she’s married to Zachary. Like my brothers and cousins, she hopes things turn out the best for me. “You must know Jane, Ben’s wife in Annenburg. Serenity is good friends with her. I guess due to Serenity’s influence, she wants the gossip on us too.” Hayden replied, “Everybody loves gossip.

She hesitated at the door, staring at Serena curiously. "Anything else?",Serena asked. She was uncomfortable with the way the woman kept staring at her. "I'm sorry who are you?",the woman asked. "Excuse me?",Serena asked in surprise. "Oh forgive my manners",the woman said and allowed herself into the office. "I'm Deena". Serena waited, hoping the woman would take the hint and continue with her introduction. When the silence lengthened awkwardly, Deena was forced to continue. "Kendrick's companion".