Serena Naver Novels & Stories

I kept repeating his confession—You are my reality—like a secret prayer, trying to use it as a shield against the suffocating pressure of this life. Serena, next to me, was a masterpiece of control in emerald green. Her hand rested on the table between courses, a signal, a reminder. She was discussing the current university endowment with Mr. Davies, the board member, and she was effortlessly charming, connecting every piece of social interaction back to our shared future and the strength of the Hayes-Vance union.

your name is Nysera. She looked up, her voice a whisper. "Nysera?" "It is an old word," Malzareth replied, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips. "It means... nothing." He turned his back on her. "Take her away. There is no need waste resources experimenting on her anymore, She'll serve only as a servant, doing the chores she has been doing till now. "As you command, Lord Malzareth," the priests bowed. One priest murmured to think that, "I thought she will claim the chance to elevate her position'' tsk... it seems she's only fit for the life of slave. Another priest chimmed in as he looked down and laughed at her. She remained kneeling on the cold floor long after the chamber had emptied. S

SERENA'S POV It seems like my eardrum would explode with the excessive volume of the music in the disco house we entered. I am not used to go with this kind of place, that's why I am not comfortable. But this is the time for me to shine, no more turning back. "Oh my gosh Serena! You're look so fvcking hot with you're outfit!" Sidney screamed looking at me. I didn't say anything but motioned my hand to the waiter. When he fin'lly got close to our seat, we immediately asked for drinks.

“Serena isn’t the type to run away without a plan. If she’s gone, that means she’s preparing something.” Ariana took a deep breath. She knew he was right. Serena wasn’t just an ambitious woman—she was smart, cunning, and wouldn’t let anyone destroy what she had built. “No word from her at all?” Ariana asked, turning to Mason, who was busy on his phone. Mason shook his head. “No movement in her accounts, no travel tickets under her name, and almost no digital traces.” Nathaniel, sitting across from them, leaned back in his chair with a serious expression. “That means she planned this long before we even realized it.”