Serena Naver Novels & Stories

Ava also attempted to cook with Christie, which was a disaster at first; however, they managed to prepare a somewhat tasty meal that day. Meanwhile, across the city, Serena sat in her darkened apartment. The blinds were drawn, and the only light came from her laptop screen. She clicked through messages until she found what she had been waiting for: a contact who specialized in removing obstacles. She hesitated only a moment before typing. I have a target. I want it gone. Can you do it? Seconds later, a reply popped up. Yes. Give me details. Serena’s lips curved into a thin, satisfied smile. She typed back, careful, precise.

Serene bowed her head, “Mr. York, I was only considering your recent exhaustion. I thought you could use more rest.” She sensed the chill in Nash’s laughter. Nash’s smile lingered, “Serene, I acknowledge your competence, but that doesn’t mean you can replace Nina. Have you been entertaining thoughts of becoming Mrs. York?” With one sentence, Serene hastily clarified, “Not at all, Mr. York. I've never entertained such thoughts. Nina recruited me and made it clear from the beginning. Everything I do is for you. I simply aim to excel in my role and ensure your comfort. I've never had any inappropriate intentions!”

(Major Serena) Everyone in the scene just keep their mouths shut and just decided not to looked at Major Selena way and what she was about to do nor what she is currently doing. Because Major Serena, is a very unique individual, Major Serena was the Resource Department, Vice Director, Number 3 person of The Resource Department directly under the Minster Andrea. Also she was also from the First Generations of Maiden Unit, Code Number M20, She was, just like all the Maiden extremely beautiful, with her curvy sexy body, purple long hair and wearing her always overly tight uniform, looking at her at first glance, she might looks like a very elegant, docile and gentle woman, with her delicate blo

Naera is excited to celebrate her marriage with her husband. It was the 3rd year of their being married to each other. She is an orphan child who longed to have a family of her own, married a guy named Marco Klein, who treated her as if she was a very special girl in the whole world. Her in-laws were quite strict but civil with her even though she knows that they did not favor her. She looked at her husband sideways with a smile on her face.

She stepped inside. Ethan followed. The doors closed. For a few seconds, the elevator descended in silence. Then Ethan spoke again. “What’s your plan?” Serena leaned back slightly against the wall. “I don’t have one yet.” Ethan blinked. “You just told a room full of global power brokers ‘done’…” “…and you don’t have a plan?” Serena’s eyes stayed forward. “I have a direction.” “That’s not the same thing.” “No,” she agreed. “It’s not.”

She said with a relieved expression on her face. "But that bitch is going to rot for even having the thought of silencing me," I growled. "Not just her," Lauren said, leaning over the desk and pointing at the drive. "Serena is just a pawn. A stupid, greedy pawn who thought she could steal a life that wasn't hers. Vivian is the head of the snake. If we just take down Serena, Vivian will cut her losses, disappear into Europe, and spend the rest of her life trying to put a bullet in your head–or mine."

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Serena stood in the center of it all in an ivory designer suit, a diamond tennis bracelet flashing at her wrist as reporters crowded around her. “Ms. Shaw, what’s your plan for AsterDx moving forward?” Serena smiled softly, humble and polished. “I only want to protect what my sister built,” she said. “Nora has been under a great deal of stress lately. Until she’s well enough to return, I’ll help steady the company and work with the team on our next steps.” I stood behind the ballroom doors and nearly laughed. She had stolen my company and called it protection. Another reporter raised his voice. “What about the allegations that Nora stole your research?”

“And this must be…?” Chiara’s soft voice carried across the table, sweet but deliberate. “I’m Chiara,” she said, resting a hand on Alexander’s arm. “Alexander’s girlfriend.” A faint pause lingered in the air. Serena’s fingers tightened imperceptibly around her teacup, the faintest crack of porcelain echoing under her grip. But when she looked up, her expression was unreadable—calm, composed, entirely professional. James chuckled, the atmosphere easing slightly. “Well then, please have a seat. You two make quite the elegant pair.” He gestured toward Serena. “And this—this is the other investor I mentioned. Serena Morales, President of E.A. Corporation.”