Serena Hart Novels & Stories

I teased not wanting to make her feel weirded out or anything and she laughed heartily. "Sofia Luna you better not be replacing me-" he whined like a kid pausing as Cami shoved her face near mine popping on the screen. "Non monsieur, Sofia, here has already got a new bestie," she giggled and Carter pouted making me laugh as Cami and I sat down getting comfortable. "I'm Camille DaVoureux, nice to meet you Carter," she introduced smoothly and I thought Carter had melted at the way his name was pronounced in her French accent.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

At the prosecution’s table, Serena sits tall in her tailored navy suit, eyes sharp and voice colder than the marble walls around her. She isn’t just fighting for Flora. She’s fighting for every woman who was shattered, manipulated, and discarded by the illusion of power masquerading as love. Richard Everhart disappears into the bowels of federal custody. No press release. No photos. No trial. Just a whispered rumor that he is somewhere deep inside an undisclosed facility, his name redacted on government files, his presence buried beneath secrets. And through all this, the world believes Flora Hawthorne is dead. Or worse—gone, erased without a trace.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

I looked up, ready to yell at whoever had the nerve to walk in unannounced, but the words died in my throat when I saw who it was. Serena stood in the doorway, and she looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Her hair was packed in a ponytail that had not seen water and shampoo in days. Dark circles lined her eyes, and she was in jeans and an oversized sweater that hid the small bump I knew was starting to show. "We need to talk." My assistant appeared behind her, panting with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hart. She just pushed past the desk—"

Serena acknowledged with a nod and ceased her contemplation, following the driver as they made their way to the entrance of the grand main building. The maid welcomed her inside. A girl in her mid-twenties gracefully descended the ornate handrail staircase, and a flicker of disdain crossed her eyes as she laid them upon Serena. Serena immediately recognized the young woman. Anyone living here must be the youngest daughter of the Harrington family, Nina Harrington. Nina had stylish, curly brown hair, donned a casual dress, and stopped her strappy heels to regard Serena with an air of haughty indifference. Nina casually confronted Serena, "That's quite rude of you. You've just been married, ho

Who? "Serena."

A statement more than a gesture. "Mr. Hart, the bankruptcy papers for the Hart Group will be on your desk tomorrow morning." He looked at me. "As for Serena, she is Paris's lead writer, Lumen's prized creative, and the one thing that is not your property." Charles crumpled onto the steps. His shoulders shook. His hands covered his face. The once-arrogant heir of the Hart family sat there like a discarded child. Three months later. Paris Fashion Week came to a close.

Serena replied sadly. " And do you want to leave?" Sarah questioned further. Slowly, Serena shook her head. " No, I don't want to. Especially now that I've found out who he might have be leaving me for. " And who's that?" " Scarlett. Scarlett O'hara." Serena stated, anger dripping from her words. Sarah seemed to regard her words and face mirrored the anger Serena seemed to be feeling. " That power hunger woman." Sarah muttered to herself. " I wish there was a way to make him change his mind." Serena continued, still into her thoughts.

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.