Serena Naver 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?"

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

'I think you need to hear her. Behind Damon, in the doorway, stood an old woman with iron-white hair and a carved walking stick she didn't lean on so much as carry with her, as if she'd had it long enough that they simply moved through the world together. Elder Nara. Serena's neighbor. She had been a fixture of the east cottage row for thirty years — quiet, self-sufficient, present at pack events without being central to any of them. She had been, as far as Kael knew, simply part of the background.

Serena’s face went from white to red in an instant, and she screamed, “That is a lie! I have never seen that man before in my life!” I laughed, and I said, “Is that so? Then why did your maid, Nina, tell me everything about your secret meetings with him?” I turned to the crowd and added, “Nina has been Serena’s personal maid for years, and she has seen everything—the secret visits, the gifts, the lies.” I paused, letting my words sink in, and then I said, “Would you like me to call Nina here to confirm it?” Serena’s face went pale again, and I could see the panic in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

His cock was already getting hard thinking about her. His men had checked on her all day. Serena Vale. 28 years old. She worked with art. She had no family. No easy weak spots. She was smart and careful. The door opened. Serena walked in. She wore a short green dress. It was tight. The top was very low. Her breasts almost came out when she moved. Her long legs looked great in high shoes. Her ass moved nicely as she walked. Donato’s mouth got tight. His cock got fully hard in his pants.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

John returning to stand in front of me, where I could see him. "Sir," "What! What do you want to say?" But instead of his response, her voice filled the air. Spewing words that just did it all for me, my anger snapping. "Serena's not the woman you think she is, not the wife of Eliot Beckett and not even the stupid designer everyone’s calling her! She's a liar, an emotional blackmailer and above all, she’s barren. She’s barren everyone, Serena Beckett is barren. That's why she's so jealous and want to harm-

“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.