Serena Roses Novels & Stories

Serena woke up Adrian was still asleep, she slipped out of his arms going towards the bathroom to relieve herself, when she was done, she went to the sink to wash her hands, she looked up at herself in the mirror wondering how her life had turned upside down in just a few months, if you told her a year ago that she was daughter of the strongest witch She would have laughed at your face, everyone saw her as weak, nothing but an abomination and now she was going to prove all of them wrong, they were all going to pay for what they did to her and what they did to her mother. Serena walked back into the room to find Adrian still asleep, not feeling like going back to bed she decided to explore th

She smiled gently, her hand playing with the hem of my shirt. I caught her chin before she could turn away, pressing a kiss to her lips—slow, deliberate, reassuring. “She was beautiful,” I finally said, my voice thick with the weight of memory. “Kind. Loving… She was the best mother, Serena.” “I don’t doubt it.” She smiled, brushing her fingers against my cheek. “What was her name?” “Rosaline. Rosaline Royce.” “Mmm, that sounds good,” she mused. Softly, dreamily.

Roberta sighed dreamily. “Oh, can it, would ya?” Serena prickled, and blew out an exasperated breath. “I’m no freakin’ goddess, all right? I’m me. Serena Sikes.” Serena shot up from the vanity seat, swayed dizzily for a moment, and stalked out of the dressing area. Where she thought she could go, she didn’t know, but she knew she couldn’t stand to be near a mirror nor in that room for another minute.

For a moment, it was unclear who the party was really for. I found a spot as far away from the flowers as possible and sat by the pool, quietly sipping champagne. A figure approached me—it was Serena. "Gina, how are you enjoying the birthday party? I designed it," she said with a faint smile. "Oh, and the roses? Those are from the welcome party Sean threw for me. Juliet roses are my favorite. They’re not exactly fresh anymore, but they’ll do. I thought they’d be perfect for you—leftovers suit your status, don’t you think?"

"Indeed, she is Thea Lark, my cousin, though, we hadn't met for a long time, how do you do, Thea?" Thea looked at her and smiled sweetly, she thought that Dion would announce their relationship, but then... the feeling was not good. "I am fine, thank you, Rose," Thea let go of Dion's hand as she saw how Rose was intimate with him. "Oh my! Is that Madame Serena dress?" Rose smiled and nodded; she had been waiting for someone to notice the beautiful dress on her. "Yes, it... is..." She was prepared to flaunt her figure and the beautiful gems that adorned her waist, but the praise was extinguished as quickly as it came. The eyes were not for her, and the words neither. The old women and the you

Hearing Marcus still obsessing over me, she couldn't control her emotions at all. Her face still bore the red handprints from our encounter, a constant reminder of her failure. Rose threw photos of me and Ryan together onto the sticky bar table. The pictures showed us laughing together, holding hands, looking genuinely happy. Ryan's arm was around my waist in one photo, and I was smiling up at him with obvious affection. "Marcus, wake up!" Rose's voice cracked with frustration and desperation. "Serena Cross is already with someone else. She doesn't want you anymore. Come back with me, okay?"

Serena was at home getting her nails done, lounging back while two nail techs fussed over her hands. Her assistant, Rose, walked up beside her. Serena lifted her eyes, lazy as ever. “What is it?” Rose leaned in and whispered a few lines. Serena blinked once in surprise, then let out a soft laugh. “Well, that’s sudden. A family alliance wedding next week, and they just… cancel it. Cute.” She looked pleased, almost amused. Whether Marcus got married or not meant nothing to her—no benefit, no loss—just gossip.

So Rosita, Daphne and Lance stood talking with Serena. Rosita was a tall, slim woman who looked like a mexican beauty queen. She was wearing a completely transparent, full length, form fitting dress that permitted no more than six inch steps. She had whispered to him at the door "I won't have it on long anyway, Lance. You'll spend some time with me tonight, won't you?" He had just grinned.

Rosa responded to make them understand. "You are right," Sera concurred. "But do you not miss him?" Sera asked inquisitively. Rosa broke eye contact with them for she feared they would see the anguish in her eyes. Only she knew how she was surviving days. "I miss him. Every day, every night I crave his presence," she admitted truthfully before meeting their eyes. A fond smile playing on her lips as she continued, "But I know he'll be back soon. And I will love him more knowing he saved my people." She admitted feeling tears pressing against the back of her eyes. She just couldn't wait until she'll have him back in her arms.

"But thanks. These are my favorites.” Seeing a tear slide down Serena's cheek, I felt a pang of worry. "Oh no, is something wrong?" I asked, hoping I hadn't upset her with my gesture. Serena shook her head and let out a small laugh. "No, these are happy tears," she said. "This is the first time I've ever received flowers.” "I see," I said, my smile widening as I looked at her. "Well, you should receive more. You're an incredible woman, Serena.”