Serena Bubbles Novels & Stories

she said casually, “wanna go for a swim?” Gabby blinked, halfway through her second plate of fruit and croissants. “You have a pool?” Seris laughed. “You’ve been here for days and I haven’t even shown you the best part yet. Pool, sauna, spa… perfect for sore muscles before another ceremony tonight.” Gabby nearly fell out of her seat. “You had me at spa. Why didn’t you lead with that?!” Seris stood, already grinning. “Come on, let’s grab some towels.”

Serena and I were sitting side by side and flanked on both sides by our husband. I shot a quick glance at Nik, whose entire attention was on the basketball court, and his careless hand which was squeezing my thigh. Serena, who was now facing the court, gave me a brief relief from the concerning looks and glances she had been shooting at me all night. I had on thigh high leader boots tucked into equally leather pants and a cropped white Jersey too. The goal was casual, yet cute. Unlike me, Serena was putting on stilleto heels and a mini bubble skirt, with a similar jersey of her all time favourite player.

“Yeah? You liking things about my girlfriend now?” Rich throws his hands up. “Relax. I’m just saying she’s got a good streak of crazy in her. You sure you can handle that?” Rolling my shoulders, I ignore the way his words dig under my skin. “I’ve been handling her just fine.” Rich chuckles, shaking his head. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.” Before I can respond, Serena steps out of the bathroom, rubbing her now clean face with a towel. “Happy? The masterpiece is gone.”

And slowly, gradually, she felt her nerves begin to loosen. Ben sat nearby, quiet, just watching her, ready to catch her if she started to fall apart again. When she finished, she set the spoon down and looked at him. Really looked at him. “Thank you,” she said softly. Her voice was steadier now, though still low. Ben gave her a nod. “Anything. Always.” Serena looked down at her hands. Then, quietly, she added, “I think I want to take a bath.” Ben blinked. Not because the request itself was strange it wasn’t. But because of the history packed behind it.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

I knew, I was thinking with my dick and it was the first it was being picky. This Serena studied in All-Girls Catholic School. I never have as much as seen her more than once in a year, that too in some gala or charity ball where either her pieces are being auctioned or she’s accompanying her father. From what I know that little Daddy’s Princess didn’t come out in the Public much. You can’t even g****e her. And she had a ‘reputation’ to be a pushover and an emotional fool that stays in her shell in the society so it never came as a surprise to both families that our boat didn’t have sails.

She shook her head slightly, trying to get rid of the image of Julian’s biceps. Her brain did a quick, silly imagination: he is on top of you, flexing those arms on your body. Serena stopped abruptly, trying not to lose control. “You can go on, I need to use the restroom,” Serena announced, excusing herself. Not because she was pressed, but because she had started to blush uncontrollably, and her brain was doing her dirty by replaying what she had just seen.

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

Billina said confusing, defending herself. "so? Billina if we say this in front of them, they will take out their signature dresses, "Serena said irritated to which she replied, "These were the best they could show us. Get in the car, you bitch," with that Billina just hoped in the car and for a whole second Serena kept on standing there, as if in a trance. Is she for real? It is said that Billina Bernand is not hard to please. And that is 100% fucking true. She's a total physco.

Serena continued, “I go to rehearsal. I show up early. I leave late. I work.” She met his gaze, steady now. “If they want to turn me into a story, they’re going to have to compete with the one I’m telling.” Silence stretched between them—not strained. Calibrated. Lucian leaned back in his chair. “Good,” he said softly. “That was the right answer.” Her phone buzzed again. This time, a new notification climbed the screen. SERENA RIVERA TRENDS TOP FIVE She didn’t look away from Lucian.