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?"

“I was in a better place. When I created Vanguard, my vision was to save lives. I knew helping was the right thing to do.” Serena’s words left Bianca staring at her in silence. “You—you started Vanguard?” “I’m the head researcher for Vanguard,” Serena said. “But listen, Bianca. This isn’t a good time for me. I need to find Nathan—” “Of course,” Bianca said, wiping her tears. Then she reached for Serena again. “But please, let me say this.” “I’m sorry for everything,” she apologized, her eyes fixed on Serena.

“We have plans. But you two go. Celebrate.” Serena looked relieved. “Are you sure?” “Positive. Go be eighteen.” Before we left, I went to the restroom. On my way back, I passed a woman standing in front of Serena’s sculpture. She wasn’t a parent. She was older, dressed in severe Issey Miyake pleats, holding a notepad. I recognized her. Evelyn Vance. One of the toughest critics for The New York Times. I froze. If she hated it… if she wrote something scathing… it would crush Serena.

Adhisty who were so influential in Serena's life then and even now. "I miss you, Jason. How are you and her? Still keeping an eye on her, right?" asked Mrs. Adhisty - a senior artist and Sandra's stepmother who turned out to be Serena's biological mother. Jason widened his smile after sighing softly. The handsome man's Adam's apple seemed to move up and down as if he was preparing to talk about something. "Is there a problem hemm?" asked Adhisty, who was already frowning. Jason nodded slowly. He began to tell her what was going on with Raksana Group and Mr. William. It also seems that the problem will inevitably drag Serena to the public at any time. The thing they feared might happen.

She nods, but stays for a moment longer. Serena is a short, slim woman, with tight blonde curls that fall just past her shoulders. She has sharp features, a small pointed nose, large almond-shaped eyes, that had been bright blue and glowing gently in the video from her camera feed, and full lips that are parted slightly in sleep.

It wasn’t really easy moving in such a tight group, but soon enough, we arrived in a grand hall, well, not in, cause we weren’t practically in yet, but I could clearly see how big the hall was from the back entrance where we stood, it had lesser people than I’d thought it would, but all that didn’t matter, I just wanted to get this all over with. “And tonight, I announced my bride, Serena!” “It’s your turn now,” Simone who had maintained her place beside me all through whispered and the crowd dispersed, leaving way for everyone and anyone to see me now. I started with taking a step and was about to take the second one when I heard a voice so familiar call my name, “SERENA? YOU’VE GOT TO BE F

Serena. The woman clenched the pictures tightly in her hand, her nails digging into the glossy surface. Her voice was sharp and laced with bitterness. “Who is she?” The investigator leaned forward slightly. “Her name is Serena. Serena Winthrop. She’s the mother of the child.” He paused, then added with emphasis, “And she’s also the CEO of Rocky’s Designs, the furniture company.” The woman scoffed, a humorless chuckle escaping her lips. “You’re telling me Nathan left me—an international supermodel, adored by millions—to be with a… a CEO of some furniture company?” Her voice dripped with disbelief and mockery.

“I’ve let you play around with Dewangga. I let you live in that house and take my things. But the moment you used Clarisa’s name as a threat, you signed your own death warrant.” Her grip tightened further, turning Vanes’s face a deep purplish red. Serena didn’t care if there were cameras or witnesses. The instinct of a lioness protecting her cub had overtaken all logic. “Who do you think you are?” Serena stared straight into Vanes’s fear-filled eyes. “You’re nothing more than a pebble I happened to find in my old shoe. I used to be a producer who created stars from nothing. I could turn ordinary people into national icons. But there’s one more thing you should know…”

Serena snapped again. Naya shook her head negatively. “Whatever you decide… I have to go.” She turned to leave. “Naya….” Serena called, but the maid was already gone. Left alone, Serena pressed her face into the sheets, torn between pride and need. Then, slowly, an idea came to her. She lay back, parting her legs slightly. Her hand slipped beneath her gown, fingers teasing her heated core while the other cupped her breast. “Ahh…” she gasped, biting her lip as her fingers moved back and forth.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!