Serena Manhwa Novels & Stories

She then offers their hands, “I’m Hannah.” Just then, the woman wearing a blue sundress as she lay on the sunbed stood up and spat their hand away, “Don’t scare her off.” She then winked at me, “I’m Sereia by the way.” She then pointed at the two quiet girls left. “Those two sad girls there are Hira and Isleen, they both are heartbroken so we should ignore them for now. Just don’t mind them.” I nodded and Snow let me sit at the center and they all looked at me in curiosity.

The first 3 picks were these gorgeous-looking models who could have been featured in a modelling magazines and national advertisements. The anticipation of being not selected started to crept in. I felt hapless in the process when a guy bumped into me where I spilt my drink. "Hey! Watch we're you're going!" I exclaimed. A drop-dead gorgeous boy in his unbothered white suit constantly apologized and curt his head. His glinting green eyes and kissable lips made me wince in embarrassment as if I'm the one who's at fault. "You know what, it's totally fine. It's just a stain and it will dissipate. I'm Serena," introduced myself as I reached for a casual handshake.

My heart was throbbing so much because I always see them like that and then he will add more headaches? On the other hand, I don't see Supremo much anymore. Maybe he's busy too, though Sera seems to be giving up on her life because she's bored. I also always see her just watching the Korean series on her laptop instead of studying. She said she would die of extreme boredom and stress if she didn't watch, that's often the reason she told me. "Let's just talk about our topic in the group chat. Of course, we're going to include you in our group chat, Xenon ah? You're the new one in our club. Welcome!" Boun said while laughing.

SEREN'S POV; 194 hours earlier. November 1, 2001 Chicago, Earth. — Eyes the shade of freshly picked asparagus keenly watch my movements from across the reception desk, dainty fingers fondling the white fur coat draped over her slender, creamy shoulders. A sly smile plays on her blood red lips, so vastly different from my gloss coated ones, and her sultry gaze peruses my frame behind the counter. “Enjoy your stay.” I manage a smile as I hand over the credit card to the woman. She gingerly plucks the key from my outstretched palm, her fingertips lingering a minute longer than necessary as she puckers her sensual lips at me, "thanks sugar."

Once I had control, I would destroy everything Kelly had worked for. But there was an obstacle. “Serena.” Just hearing her name made my blood boil. That jungle girl had no place here. She lost the contest. She should have left. Yet she stayed. She acted like she belonged. It disgusted me. Worse, she was pregnant. With Kelly’s child. My husband’s child. That had to end. I wouldn’t let her give birth to Kelly’s heir. A child would tie them together. It would make things complicated. No.

“Honestly, author, what are you even doing? Why does every heroine in these stories get rejected at the same public ceremony? Why can’t she be rejected via text message? Or an email with a frowny emoji? You people need to expand your horizons.” Fingers clacked furiously as she poured scorn onto the glowing screen. Her review blog was infamous for this exact thing: Seren Han, scourge of bad webnovels, destroyer of overused tropes, wielder of sarcasm sharp enough to decapitate. “Oh, and here comes the rival omega girl,” she narrated aloud, scrolling. “Seren Nightwind. Gorgeous, petty, jealous. Let me guess: she’s going to laugh at the heroine, then spend the next twenty chapters humiliating he

She was no longer Serena, the broken housewife. She was Serena Zea—the woman who would make Dewangga and Vanes realize that stealing from a film producer was the biggest mistake in their script. “Dewangga,” Serena whispered to her reflection, “you built your empire on my land. Now get ready to watch that ground shift… and swallow your empire whole.” That night, Serena returned to the apartment not with exhaustion, but with a burning sense of purpose. She found Clarisa in the living room, drawing peacefully, with Haris beside her.

Lena laughed, "just your face, here let me show you." Lena grabbed a bouncy, black sponge from the towel and dripped some of Serena's foundation onto the back of her hand. Serena wrinkled her nose as Lena bounced the sponge over her face covering up the natural pink hue of her cheeks. I perched on the edge of Maddox's bed my mind still racing after training. Lena was an amazing warrior. Serena knew three different martial arts. I couldn't even duck a punch but I was supposed to be integral to us winning the war.

Kiran and Snow looked at Serena expectantly. She did grow up in the Mawi Tribe, after all, so she must know more about black magic and spells. Perhaps she really did have a solution. Seeing their serious faces, Serena burst out laughing, “You just leave it to fate!” “I-I’m going to kill you!” Kiran lifted his hand to hit her when he realized she was messing with him. Serena dodged it quickly, but her hands swept across the top of Kiran’s pants. Suddenly, there was a cold breeze on his buttocks as the top of his pants fell downward.

Run, sera. sera opened her eyes, sweating and trembling, muttering incomprehension: Who the hell is that woman? What does that woman want from me, what's going on with me? . sera grabbed her head in pain, then said, "What happened?" Did you sleep or what! Why do I feel so tired inside my mind and damned? Was I really sleeping or was I in a war I feel that my mind will explode from pain and I do not know what is the cause of this damned feeling.