Novelas y relatos de Serena Bennet

I grinned hating the fact that I had to tell her such a thing. Dennis had taken that damn girl wherever it is I know nothing of. If I had my way, I would have located them and made sure that woman wouldn't come back with him. "Okay, would you like to have some tea with me? It would be nice if we started our daughter and mother-in-law bond," she mentioned and I gladly accepted. Serena is made of elegance and a noble background. She is one of the highest admired Spencer in the country and her pack, Red Fire, is well accomplished.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

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.

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

“Mrs. Hamper going to such lengths and personally cooking today—I’m honored just to follow President Calvin into the light.” Serena had already taken note of Calvin’s “secretary.” The poise in her speech, the calm in her eyes… This woman didn’t act like a typical assistant. In fact, she looked far more like an unnamed companion. Of course, how many secretaries of wealthy men were just secretaries?

And as I tapped it play, a familiar face instantly appeared on the screen. “I am here to tell you all who Serena Beckett really is. She’s not the woman you think, not the wife of Eliot Beckett and not even the stupid designer everyone’s calling her. She’s a liar, an emotional blackmailer and above all, she’s barren. She’s barren everyone, Serena Beckett is barren!” Huh? “W-what the hell is this?” I looked up, all three seamstress staring back at me. Curious, skeptical, displaced. “D-do you know her, madam?”