Serena Darien Novels & Stories

I suggested. Serena cleared her throat "Well I'm Serena Delvis, I'm twenty six years old, I am also the CEO'S secretary and I'll be getting married in two weeks time"She beamed with smiles..... "Aww! Congratulations in advance Serena!"I smiled genuinely at her. "Laurianne Rodrigo, I'm twenty seven I'm definitely older that you two, and I have a kid, Serena knows about him, but I'm not married, marriage's sucks!"she ranted. "Really you have a son! How old is he?"

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 blue moon 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

"Yes, she did. She told me a lot about your so-called 'heroic deeds,' like how you often go out with different men and only come home after a few days, always looking exhausted, as if you've been completely drained..." Serena let out a playful laugh and placed her hand on his thigh. Damien glanced at her. "I'm driving.” Serena smiled and said, "You, of all people, should know whether I'm being drained or not. How about we test it out and see who drains whom first?" Every time Serena went out, it was to design clothing for an overseas studio. She never expected that her frequent absences would lead Katrina to assume she was fooling around and getting drained.

Dylan spoke up while Jeremy threw daggers with his eyes. Wait! Was I going to be engaged to the group clown? Who the fuck takes the fiancée of a clown seriously??? “SERENA???!” I heard someone yell my name, snapping me back to the present.

"I'll be right there!" said Serena as Maureen waited for the bag she had requested from the shop assistant to be prepared. Maureen nodded quickly and then opened the screen of the phone in her hand to update her social media accounts. She occasionally took photos and even did live broadcasts to promote the brands of the stores she visited. As the camera panned to someone in the background, Maureen immediately ended the live broadcast and observed the figure she recognized as the wife of Darren Pratama. At first Maureen smiled sarcastically at the elegant style that she thought was too haughty for a woman smaller than her.

Serena froze in place when she heard the voice behind her. Turning around, she saw Raphael’s mother, Diana Montague Richardson. Diana, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit and carrying a Hermès bag, radiated elegance and authority. Her sharp eyes immediately landed on the redness of Serena’s cheek, her expression darkening. "Who hit you? Did you and Raphael have a fight?" Diana asked, her voice laced with concern and barely concealed anger. Serena felt her chest tighten. The events of the evening had already left her emotionally drained, and now standing face-to-face with Diana only added to her anxiety.

Byron's hand wanted to reach up to her face to molest her twice, but he was held by another hand, he looked back to find Matthew staring at him with a dark face, "The man has been settled, you can go now." Byron's eyes rolled at the sight of his face, and as he took Verna's hand, he pushed her into Matthew's arms. "Maxwell, don't you think this young lady is a real looker? I bet Hustleburg can't find another one prettier than her, she's still an eighteenth-tier starlet, as the Boss of Infinity Realm, it's not a matter of minutes for you to try to subvert an eighteenth-tier star, Serena has disappeared for a year, if it's true as that woman said, Serena has changed her identity to start over

She was so lucky. “Were you taunting him?” she asked David as she pushed him back. David kept his hand on her waist as he smacked her lips. “I didn’t, you know me-”” “Yes,” she cut in. “I know you,” she rolled her eyes at him, then faced me. I shuffled on the seat. She pushed her hand forward. “Hi, I’m Serafine.” I smiled, taking her small hand. She is the lucky one. “Now, what the fuck do you want from me, Daniel?!” Damien growled as he stormed down the stairs. He wore his suit, I guess he was ready to go to the pack office. I stood up, Sera was already across the room, in front of him.

So, I grabbed her hand and took her outside the hall. Our hands remained clasped tightly as we ran down the hallway and made our way out. The moon was shining brilliantly, guiding us towards the gazebo nestled in the center of the vast garden behind our packhouse. “Now, can you tell me your name now?” “Serena,” she whispered shyly. “Serena Mitchell of the Goldenridge Pack.” “I’m Damon, Damon Sanford.” Serena nodded and smiled as we continued to speak. Mostly, I was the one doing all the talking, as she appeared to be very shy and shared little to no information about her life.

Then, another buzz. Savannah. I almost toss the phone across the room, but the preview catches my eye. Looks like she’s so heartbroken. Enjoy the show. [Live Feed: Club Obsidian] I tap the link. The video opens on low, violet lights and pulsing bass. Then the camera tilts— And there she is. Serena. Spinning in a dress I’ve never seen before. Low cut, backless, short. Hugging her curves like a second skin.