Serena Roses Novels & Stories

Pack members came to offer condolences, leaving tokens and gifts, though each gesture felt like a reminder of Serena’s absence rather than a balm to their grief. Serena’s sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**, were inconsolable. Elara, always fiery and bold, struggled to contain her anger and took to the training grounds pushing herself to exhaustion as if she could channel her pain into strength. Her eyes constantly scanned the horizon, waiting for any sign of her sister’s return. Maeve, quieter and gentler, retreated into herself, her eyes dull with sorrow withdrew entirely, a shadow of her former self, her bright laughter replaced by a haunting silence. The loss of her older sister took a toll

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

I hadn't wanted to break it. Serena was gardening. She was on her knees at the far end of the rose wall, doing something careful to the base of a new plant, her whole attention on it. Her hair was tied back. There was a streak of dirt on her left cheek. She didn't know I was watching because she was entirely somewhere else, completely absorbed in what she was doing. She had that way about her with things she cared about. That particular quality of attention, like whatever she was focused on was the only thing in the world.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

The associate beside him was staring at Serena with wide eyes. ♧♧♧ Rose's Pov Serena pulled out the chair across from me. She sat down without a care in the world. She did not acknowledge anyone except me. "Rose." With the last thread of patience, I acknowledged her. "Serena." Warm on the surface. The warmth had nothing underneath it except whatever I had in mind. She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. "You look good." I don’t know if that was supposed to be mockery or sarcasm, but —

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

She was living her best life and she didn't need a degree for that. She drove through the streets until she finally arrived. The place was quiet. "Normal" Madison thought. The place was usually this quite. She wondered if her sisters were here yet. She unfastened her seat belt and step out of the car. Madison was now a 23 year old woman. She was tall and slender with beautiful curves. She had long blonde hair which was packed up in a pony tail. She had blue beautiful eyes a well shaped nose and lovely pink lips. Her looks were pretty much outstanding and one could notice her from a mile away. So many brands and companies always wanted her to advertise or use there products just because of he

She said tear streaming down her face. “Listen to me Rose, let's speak with him once at least we can find what's true, what's wrong,” I said sitting beside her. “No Serena, I can't let him find I am alive,” She said taking my hand in her hands. “But….” She cut me off. “The whole news channels is yelling I am dead Serena even he has done with his fake mourning and next day spotted with some model in the event” She yelled. “Ok, We don't go back” I gave her assurance.