Serena Darien Novels & Stories

Ara exhaled a sigh, wondering how they had possibly managed to stay together in her womb for nine months. Everyone was discussing as if it wasn't a big deal, while Sera was experiencing a flutter of nerves. A wedding had never been her dream like it was for other girls, yet she couldn’t ignore what it symbolized. Her life was about to change forever. She'll become Seraphina Serrano. A surname that symbolised power and control. "Let the couple decide when they want to marry," Killian said, putting an end to the discussion. "What happened?" Nate asked. He had come to see her in her room. She was perched on the windowsill, looking out.

Not yet. Serena twists violently in his grasp, her desperation mounting with every passing second. "This isn't about clans or species!" she cries out, her voice breaking. "This is about you controlling every aspect of my life. When will you see me as my own person?" Her curly blonde hair whips around her face, her eyes ablaze with defiance. But her father's grip remains unyielding. A sudden movement from the side catches my attention. Serena's mother, Eleanor, steps forward, her chin lifted high, her expression as sharp as a dagger. The moonlight highlights the streaks of silver in her dark hair.

Serena remembered Dane. For the two weeks she'd known Lorraine, the name Dane was never far from her mouth. If Lorraine was bisexual, Serena would have believed that something is going on between the both of them, but Lorraine is a lesbian. She doesn't even notice a single guy in the gymnasium even though a lot of them notice her.

I’d gotten used to being invisible long before Serena came to live with us when we were ten. Serena was half succubus and half siren. She had amazing blue eyes that sparkled with purple streaks bursting from her pupil and, tonight, was wearing her glossy, dark chocolate brown hair in a braid down her back. It was easy to see she wasn’t exactly into the idea of going to this bar.

Eugene Ari Darian's POV After the long event, we exchanged numbers. I was so nervous to ask for it, not wanting to seem too rude or forward like earlier but she took the hint and just gave it to me, it reduced my anxiety level a lot. It felt like my moves had no effect on her like they did other women and it was a mystery to me. "So what do you do?" "I'm a psychology lecturer. I once worked as a therapist but it didn't work out."

Adrian said with a soft growl leaving his lips as he stared daggers at Talia, who was starting to irritate him because of the way she was staring at Serena, so Adrian grabbed her hand as they both turned around to leave the vicinity. "Wait, did you ever meet your mother?" Talia inquired, still staring at Serena. "No, she died during childbirth, and all I know is that she told the person who looked after me not to tell anyone what I was," Serena shrugged. "How old are you, Serena?" Talia inquired. "I'll be twenty-three in December." "Serena, you might be Queen Tailia's daughter, but I need to confirm it with a simple spell, will you let me perform it on you?" Talia asked, Serena looked over a

’ Darien called through the link. ‘We’re there.’ Alejandro replied as we reached the packhouse. Serena was already waiting, dressed in a knee-length deep forest green dress. I greeted her with a small wave, having seen her earlier. "We’ll head inside, bring them in." Alejandro commanded coldly, not even sparing her a second glance. She quirked an eyebrow questioningly at me, and I shook my head. ‘It’s nothing.’ I replied through the link, but she gave me a sympathetic smile.

Billina, when saw her best friend was naked, the upper side of her body fully shown, said in astonishment. "Yea! You've seen it multiple times. Just tell me, why the fuck was you in the balcony?'' she asked putting both of her hands on her waist. Serena was a top model therefore, she was so sexy. She had full breasts, a curvy figure and a fine ass. Also, she was fair in complexion and had lower abs. She was a fit lady. "Long story, sis," Billina sighed as she leaned back on the bed and Serena wrapped her arms around Billina's neck, squeezing her.

“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.

Even her voice did not sound as excited as she has always known it to be. “Karen, are you keeping something from me?” Serena asked. “Ever since you spoke to that person yesterday, you haven't looked happy.” Karen gave a wry smile. “I'm doing just fine, Serena. It's nothing to worry about.” Serena rose from the seat, giving off the vibes of a hot chic in a short black bodycon dress. The spa had not only given her flawless skin but also made every part of her body smooth enough to give a second look.