Serena Naver Novels & Stories

Serena means too much to me to let this slip away without understanding the full story. Early the next morning Serena I woke up with my head banging and the remnants of a terrible dream lingering in my mind. “That was a terrible dream,” I muttered to myself, trying to shake off the unease that clung to me. Needing something to distract me, I filled the bath tub with water and lay down, as if trying to drown all my fears away. The warmth of the water provided a momentary escape, but I couldn't forget the vivid images of my past. To be honest, I was scared. Owen was a terrible person, a dark chapter in my life that I wanted to forget. It all started when I was 19 years old. Owen had been my he

New Status: Serena Blackwood declared ALIVE Revocation Date: October 15, 2024 Approved by: New York City Department of Health & NYPD Serena stared at the document with wide eyes. "This... is impossible. How could—" "Kaevan used all his connections," Ethan cut in with a neutral tone. "He paid the right people, manipulated the system, even 'found' false DNA evidence showing that the woman who died wasn't Serena. The official story is: Serena experienced severe depression after the crisis in her husband's company three years ago, then disappeared without a trace. Everyone thought she committed suicide. But actually—she just... left. Underwent mental rehabilitation at a secret facility in Switze

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

She made me believe in love again, even though I kept it hidden from her. My name is Raphael Gilberts. My parents own The Gilberts Company, and I work there as the managing director. Financially, I’ve never lacked. But what I lacked, until Serah, was someone to love for who I truly am. Now, I’m standing in the hospital’s waiting area with Mia. We’ve just received word that Serah has delivered. She’s resting now, and we’re both eagerly waiting to be called in.

For the last half an hour, I'd been using his computer to fill in our details and book ten sessions with a woman named Katrine. "I think it will be good for us. It's on the territory so it's safe. But we'll get to spend quality time together and kinda away from pack life. It's a chance to just be normal. No Alphaship, no army, no wars. Just us, some bat-shit crazy instructor and a load of poor human women that have already been pregnant for at least five months longer than me. And in case you need another reason: it is meant to be helpful for the baby."

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. "Well, this is a very interesting training technique." A loud, mocking female voice interrupted the quiet silence. North stopped moving instantly. He pulled his head back quickly and looked over his broad shoulder. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the edge of the dirt ring. Serena stood there on the green grass. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wore a fitted red training top and short black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She looked directly at us with a very clear expression of pure disgust on her face.

Nancy stood in front of Yaacob and berated the women, "Get out!" The escort who was sitting on Yaacob's lap was more timid and pushed herself away from Yaacob. However, the other girl being held by Yaacob was unafraid. She said, "Hey, Nancy! It's been a while. I'd never expect to see you in a place like this." Hearing this, Nancy took a look at her and noticed that she looked familiar. The girl who spoke obnoxiously was Serena, a D-list actress. And she had some run-ins with Nancy in the past.

SERA “You look nothing like I expected.” Vivienne Obi said it before Sera finished pulling out the chair across from her. Not rudely. With the directness of someone who had stopped filtering their observations because filtering had never served them particularly well. She was thirty-three and looked like someone who had been running on conviction for so long it had become a physical quality. Lean. Alert. The particular watchfulness of a person who had learned early that the world did not announce its intentions and you had to pay attention to catch them.

NORA The first time I meet Sera, it’s in the middle of a coding lab. She’s bent over her laptop, fingers moving faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. Lines of code cascade across the screen, perfectly organized, almost like music. I glance at her and realize that this girl isn’t just smart, she’s insane. She’s brilliant, unstoppable, and a little intimidating. I hesitate for a moment, then tap her shoulder. “Hey,” I say, trying not to sound like an idiot. “That’s… impressive.”